High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Zhou Qing's expression also darkened.

This result coincided with what he had just thought of.

Japan!

That island nation, relying on the backing of the Kingdom of Amelica, has always maintained a hostile relationship with Great Xia in terms of diplomacy.

The relationship between the two countries has never been good, and the dispute over the ownership of those secret places in the East China Sea happens every now and then.

They've disliked each other for a long time.

Since Chen Yuan suddenly joined the Dragon Martial Division, the other party has become much more restrained.

However, this act of using alien energy bodies to control officials of the Dragon Martial Division was clearly done before this.

Zhou Qing clenched his fist.

"Japan...as a human being, how dare they collude with a foreign race!"

His voice was low and filled with barely suppressed anger.

"If they can't defeat us openly, they resort to such underhanded tactics! Using a different race against their own—do they have no moral compass?!"

"What a bunch of beasts..."

Chen Yuan remained silent.

But the coldness in his eyes said it all.

Zhou Qing took a deep breath to suppress his anger and turned to look at Chen Yuan.

"Chief Chen, now that the general area has been confirmed, let's act quickly. This hidden danger cannot be left unaddressed; it must be eliminated as soon as possible!"

Chen Yuan nodded.

That's exactly what I meant.

He turned to look at Chen Tianling with a sharp gaze.

"Tianling, take men to the Japanese embassy and take control of the entire diplomatic corps inside."

Chen Tianling clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Yes!"

He waved his hand.

Ten figures followed closely behind, striding out of the interrogation room.

......

After confirming that the officials who had been detained had returned to normal and were free to leave, Zhou Qing followed Chen Yuan.

"Chief Chen, I'll go with you."

Chen Yuan nodded.

The two figures vanished at the end of the corridor in a flash.

......

Embassy of Japan in Los Angeles.

This is a stand-alone Japanese-style building located in the embassy district of eastern Luodu City.

The flag of Japan was hanging at the entrance, and two Japanese warriors stood on either side of the gate, long swords at their waists and their eyes were wary.

The afternoon sun shone on the vermilion doorposts, and everything seemed calm and normal.

But this peace was soon shattered.

Chen Tianling led Chen Yi to Chen Shi, and the eleven of them descended from the sky to the front of the embassy.

The eleven men were menacing and had icy eyes.

He exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

The two Japanese warriors at the door changed their expressions and immediately stood in front of the door with their swords drawn.

"Who...who are you?!"

One of them shouted in fluent Daxia language, his tone arrogant.

"This is the Embassy of the Great Japan! Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering! Leave immediately!"

Chen Tianling ignored him and didn't even stop walking. How dare this tiny place call itself big?

Immediately, the aura of the early stage of Martial Saint suddenly erupted, and the terrifying pressure crushed down on him as if it were a tangible thing!

"boom!"

The two Japanese martial artists didn't even have a chance to react before they were blasted away!

Their bodies slammed violently into the wall behind them, shattering the bricks and stones. Both of them coughed up blood and passed out.

Chen Tianling didn't even glance at them before striding into the embassy gate.

When the Japanese staff inside the embassy saw this, chaos immediately broke out.

Some people screamed and ran backward, while others pulled out their communication rings to call for backup.

But the Holy Dragon Guards moved even faster.

Chen Yi, Chen Er, Chen San... ten people, like ten sharp swords, instantly pierced through various parts of the embassy.

These people inside the embassy were quickly subdued.

Just then.

A figure emerged from the depths of the embassy.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in Japanese samurai attire, with a deep and imposing aura, clearly at the late stage of Martial Venerable cultivation.

He was the military attaché at the Japanese embassy in Luoyang, and also the highest-ranking military officer in the area.

"Baka! Who dares to attack the embassy!"

He roared and was about to attack.

But his expression changed the next second, because he recognized the person who had come!

Holy Dragon Guard!

Chen Yuan's personal bodyguards!

Could this be Chen Yuan's intention?!

"You, you all..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Tianling had already moved.

He slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

The sound was clear and loud, echoing in the embassy lobby.

The martial arts officer, who was at the late stage of the Martial Venerable realm, didn't even have a chance to react. He was whipped so hard that he spun around three times before collapsing to the ground unconscious.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and two of his teeth had been knocked out.

Chen Tianling withdrew his hand, expressionless.

"Noisy."

......

In the innermost office of the embassy, ​​Japanese Ambassador to Los Angeles, Ichiro Yamamoto, was sitting at his desk.

He has a signature mustache and wears gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined and scholarly appearance.

But his face was extremely pale at that moment.

He heard everything that was happening outside.

Footsteps, screams, the sound of things breaking... the entire embassy is being taken over.

Yamamoto Ichiro's hands were trembling.

He stood up and tried to leave through the back door, but the door was kicked open as soon as he reached it.

Chen Tianling stood at the door, looking at him with icy eyes.

"Ichiro Yamamoto?"

Yamamoto Ichiro's face was ashen, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Who are you? Do you know where you are?!"

Chen Tianling did not answer.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted, directly forcing Yamamoto Ichiro to his knees!

Yamamoto Ichiro struggled desperately, but in front of the Martial Saint, he, a diplomat at the Martial Emperor level, couldn't even lift a finger.

"Baka! What do you mean by this?!"

He knelt on the ground.

Although he was unable to move, he was still shouting.

"You attacked our Japanese embassy! You wounded our Japanese diplomats! Do you want to start a war with Japan?!"

"The Kingdom of Amelica will not stand idly by! Your Great Xia Kingdom..."

"Snapped!"

Chen Tianling slapped him across the face.

Yamamoto Ichiro's head snapped to one side, two bloody teeth flew out, and Jintan's beard was knocked askew.

His face swelled up at a visible rate.

"Ugh...you..."

Yamamoto Ichiro was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, and he mumbled incoherently.

But this time he dared not call out again.

Chen Tianling withdrew his hand and looked at him as if he were a dead man.

Just then.

Two figures walked in from outside the door.

Chen Yuan and Zhou Qing.

When Yamamoto Ichiro saw Zhou Qing, it was as if he had seen a savior; his eyes immediately lit up.

"Chief Zhou! Chief Zhou!"

He struggled to shout, his voice whistling through the air because he was missing teeth.

"What is your Great Xia Kingdom trying to do?! Attacking my Eastern Japan Embassy is a serious diplomatic incident!"

"I demand the immediate release of my people! I will appeal to the international community!"

Zhou Qing walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Alright, stop acting."

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"You Japanese know perfectly well what you've done."

Yamamoto Ichiro was taken aback, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his victim-like demeanor.

"I...I don't understand what you're talking about! Our Japan has always strictly abided by international law and maintained friendly relations with the Great Xia Kingdom..."

Zhou Qing was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore.

He took out a specially made transparent container from his pocket and held it up in front of Yamamoto Ichiro.

A cloud of black mist was slowly wriggling inside the container.

Yamamoto Ichiro's voice abruptly stopped.

His eyes were fixed on the black mist, and his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

His expression changed from anger to horror, and then from horror to disbelief!

How is that possible?!

How did this thing end up in their hands?!

Wasn't it supposed to be flawless?!

Didn't you say you would never be discovered?!

His lips began to tremble, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

His arrogant and conceited demeanor from just now has completely vanished.

Zhou Qing's gaze grew even colder as he watched his reaction.

"It seems you recognize this thing."

He took the container back, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling pressure that made people tremble.

"Ichiro Yamamoto, I'll give you a chance."

"Tell me everything you know."

"otherwise......"

Zhou Qing didn't finish his sentence.

But Yamamoto Ichiro had already felt that bone-chilling cold!