National Fate: Eight Yin Generals Guard China from Their Sleeping Coffins

Guan Shan's words, spoken with a slight northwestern accent, echoed at the foot of the city wall.

Chen Xiao blew the wooden wedge in his hand clean and placed it under the black wooden coffin.

With a "click," it fit perfectly.

"My senior is right, let them do whatever they want."

Chen Xiao brushed the sawdust off his hands, turned to look at the faintly visible system light screen in the sky, and said, "Judging by the time, those clowns in the real world should be getting impatient by now."

Yanjing, the strategic command center 100 meters underground.

The piercing air raid sirens flashed wildly in the main control room.

The entire control center was bathed in crimson alarm lights.

Staff Officer Li clutched a tactical tablet in his hand, his boots clattering on the alloy floor as he rushed to the sand table.

"Sir! The satellite has detected a high-energy reaction!"

Staff Officer Li pointed to the ever-enlarging map of the Pacific Ocean on the large screen, "At the Seventh Fleet base of the United States of America, the hatches of 32 launch silos are open simultaneously. Military thermal imaging shows that they are loading special warheads into Tomahawk cruise missiles."

Zhou Yaoguo rested his hands on the edge of the sand table without even raising his head.

"Have you calculated the target coordinates yet?"

"They're out!"

Staff Officer Li frantically swiped the tablet, and eight red parabolic simulated trajectories appeared on the holographic map, landing with unparalleled precision on eight peripheral provinces of China. "Their coordinates are all the eight key villages in our grand national destiny formation!"

Minister Chen stood to the side, slamming his teacup heavily onto the table, splashing tea all over it.

"Taking advantage of the lull before the fifth wave of the national destiny space war begins to launch a sneak attack? They're trying to sever the foundation of the grand formation and cause Senior Su Chen to suffer a backlash!"

Zhou Yaoguo straightened up, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table.

"Thirty-two Tomahawk missiles, quite a lot. These politicians probably think that once the missiles are launched, the die is cast, and it will be too late for us to investigate later. It's a pity, they have absolutely no concept of modern China."

Zhou Yaoguo turned to look at the large screen and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Pass on my order: Dragon Soul Awakener anti-aircraft squadron, take off immediately!"

Dragon Soul Special Air Defense Base, East Coast of China.

Thirty special forces soldiers dressed in black combat uniforms stood in neat rows.

The team was led by Zhao Lie, the captain of a small squad.

Air raid sirens sounded.

Zhao Lie pressed down on the headset.

"Order received. All personnel take off. Target: Pacific Ocean!"

There was no roar of engines or exhaust fumes from aviation fuel on the tarmac.

Thirty people simultaneously circulated their master-level spiritual power.

Azure-gold light burst forth from behind them, directly condensing into solidified light wings over two meters long.

boom!

Thirty sonic boom clouds exploded simultaneously on the runway.

The cement floor was riddled with cracks by the powerful impact.

Thirty grandmasters rose from the ground, soaring into the sky.

Wind resistance within the atmosphere is completely ineffective against them.

A spiritual energy shield formed a perfect streamlined shape on his body, and his speedometer broke through Mach 3!

This blatant air launch could not be kept secret from the citizens of coastal cities.

In an instant, the scene of light and shadow flying everywhere was captured in short videos and flooded into the exclusive live broadcast room in China.

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Holy crap! I was smoking on the balcony when I saw a bunch of glowing figures fly by!

[I got it on camera too! It really is a person! And they're breaking the sound barrier!]

[What's going on? Our cultivation army has been mobilized? What are they going to do?]

[According to rumors circulating online, those bastards from the Bald Eagles are planning to launch missiles during the monster siege and sneak attack our strategic stronghold!]

[Damn it, these foreign devils can't take a game, can they? They flip the table when they can't win?]

[Hilarious! Using cruise missiles from the last century to attack modern-day cultivation-oriented China? Are they out of their minds?]

This isn't intercepting missiles, it's practically handing them a free ride!

[Kill those bastards who launched the sneak attack! Dragon Soul Force, charge!]

These foreigners won't learn their lesson until they're faced with a real crisis; we have to teach them a lesson today!

Pacific Ocean, the Seventh Fleet base of the United States of America.

The sea breeze carried a salty, astringent taste.

Base Commander Lieutenant General Richard stood in the control tower, looking down at the twelve massive launch silos below.

The robust Tomahawk missile is being slowly pushed into its launch position by a heavy robotic arm.

"General, the loading of thirty-two warheads will be completed in three minutes."

The adjutant loudly reported to the commander.

Richard held his coffee, his face crinkling into a smile.

As long as we destroy those few dilapidated villages in China and disrupt their national supply lines, all talk of cultivating immortality and becoming a grandmaster will become worthless.

In this world, truth is always in the hands of weapons of mass destruction.

At such a distance, even if China's interception system reacts, it cannot withstand a saturation attack from multiple targets.

Meanwhile, in a secret conference room at the Pentagon.

General Smith stared at the countdown on the screen, his heart pounding.

China has distinguished itself in the battle for national destiny, causing the hegemonic power of the United States to lose face.

This salvo of more than 30 missiles was not only supported by nuclear submarines, but also involved the activation of radar-resistant stealth coatings.

"Well done, Richard."

Smith muttered to himself, "Once those key points of the formation are reduced to ruins, I'll see how arrogant those Chinese will still be. Even if war breaks out afterward, we'll have leverage in negotiations."

Suddenly, the radar alarm in the control tower began to blare frantically.

The red warning lights illuminated Richard's face, making it appear bright red.

"Sir! An unidentified flying object is rapidly approaching the airspace above the base!"

The radar operator's voice cracked, and his face showed an expression of utter disbelief.

Richard frowned and snapped, "Are they Chinese fighter jets? How could they possibly cross the ocean so quickly?"

"No, it's not a fighter jet! It's too small, its radar cross-section is only... only the size of an adult! Its speed is Mach 3.5! No, Mach 4!"

The voice just fell.

The clouds above the base were forcibly torn apart.

The intense fluctuations in spiritual energy triggered a dramatic change in the local weather, with waves rising more than ten meters high on the sea surface.

Four dazzling golden beams pierced through the clouds and stopped ten thousand meters above the base.

Zhao Lie, along with three team members, looked down from the air at the densely packed missile silos and ant-like soldiers below.

Richard looked up through the high-powered telescope in the control tower, his hands jerked violently, and scalding hot coffee spilled onto his crotch.

He felt no pain at all and remained frozen in place.

Is that even human?!

With glowing wings, without wearing any pressure-resistant clothing or carrying any propulsion devices, it just hovers at the edge of the atmosphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters?!

Inside the Pentagon, Smith's smug expression froze instantly. The solid gold Parker pen in his hand snapped in two with a "crack," smearing his hand with black ink.

Can humans fly across the ocean at supersonic speeds using their physical bodies?

This has shattered Smith's scientific worldview, which he had built up over decades.

He made a meaningless hissing sound in his throat, and cold sweat dripped directly into his eyes.

Zhao Lie gave the group of people below no time to react.

He raised his right hand, palm facing up.

The master-level spiritual power within his body burst forth without reservation.

Using the latest spiritual energy compression technology developed by China, a golden sphere with a diameter of ten meters rapidly took shape in his palm.

The space around the sphere of light was visibly distorted due to the accumulation of high-intensity energy.

"This is the Dragon Soul Force of China."

Zhao Lie's voice did not rely on any electronic devices; it was entirely due to the spiritual energy that resonated through the air.

The deafening roar echoed across the entire Pacific base, each word striking the eardrums of every American soldier.

"Cease all hostilities immediately. Shut down the launch silos and exit the reloading procedure."

The ground crew responsible for loading the missiles collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads and trembling.

With four glowing humanoid nuclear bombs hanging overhead, who would dare touch those control levers?

"Otherwise, this base will be erased from the nautical chart in three seconds."

Zhao Lie held up the raging golden orb of light, his voice chilling to the bone.

Lieutenant General Richard went completely insane in the control tower.

His decades-long arrogance made it impossible for him to accept being disarmed and surrendered to a few "superhumans".

"Fire! Air defense array activated! No need to wait for safety procedures, force launch Tomahawk missiles!"

Richard roared at the top of his lungs, kicked his adjutant aside, and went to press the red button on the launch control panel himself.

Zhao Lie looked down at the anti-aircraft missile racks frantically turning their muzzles, and the launch silos that were forcibly activating their exhaust plumes.

"three."

Zhao Lie counted out the first number.

The golden sphere in his palm suddenly doubled in size, and the terrifying pressure of spiritual energy directly crushed the base's radar dome, with ear-piercing metallic cracking sounds echoing from every corner.

Richard's eyes were bloodshot as he pressed the confirmation button to force a launch.

In just one second, the missile can leave the launch silo.

Zhao Lie pressed down with his right hand, and the veins on his arm bulged out.

"two."