High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

Song Chen unfolded a map of the Thunder Continent. The main force of the rebel army was stationed in a vast area called the Azure Sky Plain in the eastern part of the continent, about 50,000 kilometers away from the royal city.

At a normal marching pace, it would take ground troops at least half a month to travel this distance.

But Song Chen does not intend to march normally.

"Give me the most precise coordinates of the main rebel force."

Lei Yuan pointed to a location on the electronic map.

"In the central part of the Azure Sky Plains, at the location of the rebels' temporary royal tent, according to yesterday's intelligence, Lei Mo himself is in the tent."

Song Chen memorized the coordinates and began calculating the route for his space travel.

"Everyone, come within 30 meters of me."

Lei Yuan and the seventy-four generals gathered as instructed. Song Chen placed his hand on Lei Yuan's shoulder and spread his spiritual power, covering them all within the range of the void-traversing spiritual energy field.

"Walk."

With the first jump, space tore and reformed before everyone's eyes, and the walls of the main hall of the Star Lord's Mansion instantly turned into a silvery-white distant view.

On the second jump, the stone slab beneath his feet turned into scorched earth.

The third, fourth, and fifth jumps were each accompanied by a moment of weightlessness and visual disorientation.

When the 27th jump ended, Song Chen withdrew his hand.

They were already standing on the edge of the Azure Plain.

The Azure Sky Plains is the largest open area in the eastern part of the Thunder Continent, roughly the size of a medium-sized country on Earth.

Because of its flat terrain and open view, this place became an ideal location for the main force of the rebels to be stationed.

From where Song Chen stood, the plain was filled with rebel camps, their dark purple lightning-struck wooden frames covered with waterproof lightning-conducting canvas, and electric arcs constantly flickering on the canvas's surface.

The tents were arranged in a standard military formation, with the outer perimeter being the camp of sixth-tier elite troops and the inner perimeter being the independent tents of seventh-tier generals.

At the very center stood a gigantic royal tent, several times larger than the surrounding structures. The battle flag of the Thunder Army fluttered on the flagpole atop the tent, its blue background adorned with white patterns that mimicked a lightning bolt cleaving through the clouds.

In the open space between the tents, rebel soldiers were drilling.

The ranks were orderly, advancing and retreating in perfect harmony, each strike accompanied by a synchronized explosion of lightning.

The rebels were very strong, far stronger than the previous winged civilization, perhaps because they had only paid interest for a few thousand years.

This is not a rabble, but a well-trained army.

Song Chen took a step forward and stood directly on a small hill on the outskirts of the rebel camp. His figure was clearly outlined by the flashes of lightning under the gray sky of the Cangkong Plain.

Lei Yuan and seventy-four generals stood behind him, arranged in a fan shape, their armor crackling with electricity.

The sentries were the first to spot them in the rebel camp.

A sixth-level sentry standing on the watchtower rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he was not seeing things, he suddenly sounded the alarm.

The piercing sound of the psionic alarm tore through the sky above the Azure Sky Plains, and the military camp of five million people instantly erupted into chaos, like an anthill that had been poked with a stick.

"Enemy attack!"

"The direction is due west, and the number of people is less than one hundred."

"The one in the front wearing the black trench coat, look closely, that's the uniform of the Alliance's Disciplinary Department."

"The Discipline Department? The Discipline Department is here?"

The words "Discipline Department" were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, and the ripples spread throughout the entire military camp at an astonishing speed.

Soldiers rushed out of their tents, the sound of weapons being drawn forming a dense clang of metal.

The sixth-tier elite troops reacted the fastest, completing the outer defensive line formation in less than three minutes, with shield infantry in front, spearmen in the middle, and archers in the rear—a standard defensive formation.

"Set up the formation! Set up the formation!"

The officers shouted.

They did not launch an attack. The reputation of the Punishment Department was too great, so great that even an army of five million dared not make the first move against a single person.

Song Chen stood on the mound, waiting for them to set up their formation.

The wind on the vast plain made the hem of his trench coat flutter loudly. A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky and exploded less than a hundred meters behind him, sending rubble and scorched soil flying into the air.

"Is everything set up?"

"Once everything is set up, call your leader out. The Alliance's Disciplinary Department has something to discuss with him."

A commotion broke out in the rebel ranks.

The lower-ranking soldiers dared not answer, and the mid-level sixth-rank officers exchanged glances, none daring to step forward.

A moment later, the curtain of the giant royal tent in the center of the camp was lifted, and a group of people strode out.

Leading the way was a burly man from the Thunder Clan, nearly three meters tall. He was a full size larger than the average Thunder Clan member.

The armor is a rare, fully enclosed psionic heavy armor of the Thunder Clan, wrapped from head to toe in thick alloy plates, with a deep purple plasma flame visible between the plates.

His long, silvery-white hair was braided into more than a dozen braids, each ending in a tooth of some kind of thunder-attribute beast. As he walked, the braids swung, and the teeth collided, producing a dull thud.

Like Lei Yuan, his eyes had no pupils, only two pulsating bolts of lightning. However, his lightning was purplish-red, a color that only appears when the concentration of lightning plasma is so high that it is close to solidification.

This is the extremely rare "Purple Lightning Blood" among the Thunder Clan, meaning that the spiritual energy core in this person's body is at least twice as large as that of an ordinary Thunder Clan expert.

This person was Lei Mo, and he was followed by 120 people, each of whom was at least at the seventh level and had a blood energy ranging from more than two million to more than thirty million.

The generals' armor was distinctive; some wore heavy armor, some light armor, and some even wore only a battle robe.

Warriors of the Thunder Clan have a tradition of not wearing armor, believing that only by directly contacting lightning with their physical bodies can they truly master the will of lightning.

One hundred and twenty people lined up in two rows, following behind the burly man with purple lightning, exuding a fierce and murderous aura.

Lei Mo walked to the front of the formation and stopped about three hundred meters away from Song Chen.

He did not continue to move forward. This distance was a safe distance between seventh-level experts, which was convenient for conversation and left room for reaction.

His gaze swept from Song Chen to Lei Yuan behind Song Chen, and then back from Lei Yuan.

Seeing Lei Yuan arrive in person, his eyes were filled with hatred.

"My lord of the Disciplinary Department, I, Lei Jijun, have no enmity with the Alliance, and I have never defaulted on any debts."

"My lord, what is your purpose in leading your troops to our front lines today?"

Song Chen pulled one hand out of his pocket and dusted off his shoulder; some of the debris from the lightning strike had landed on his shoulder.

"The Alliance has received intelligence that internal strife has broken out on Thunder Star, and its repayment ability is expected to decline."

"My mission is to end the civil unrest by any means necessary and restore the ability to repay the debt."

"Lei Mo, I'm giving you a chance: a ceasefire."

"Send your troops back to the Cloud Hidden Continent. If you have any complaints, sit down and talk with the Star Lord within the framework of the Alliance."

"Sit down and talk?" Lei Mo laughed, but there was no joy in his laughter, only sarcasm.

He revealed two rows of teeth stained silver-white by the lightning plasma and said, "I talked to this old man three times. Each time he said he would consider it, but each time he went back and continued to send troops to suppress the civilians of the Cloud Hidden Continent."

"Talk? My lord, you probably don't understand the methods of our Star Lord."