Then please tell me, which country did I betray?

The hall fell silent.

At that moment, these people who sat at the pinnacle of power in the Sun Moon Federation understood for the first time what absolute control brought by absolute strength truly meant.

Yang Shao had no choice but to step forward. His gait was steady, every step solid, his leather shoes striking the floor with dull thuds. He walked to the boundary of death made of flames and Malevolent Qi, looked at Xuan Sha and Blazing Phoenix, and his gaze was calm and open.

"I don't know what demands you two have. I am the Federation Speaker. If you have any requests, you can tell me."

His voice was calm and steady. "Don't hurt anyone else."

Xuan Sha gave a derisive laugh, a trace of disdain flashing through those cold, slit-pupiled eyes.

"Federation Speaker? You won't be for much longer."

Yang Shao choked on that one sentence. He opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Outside the hall, Situ Xuan's fists were still falling.

Under Situ Xuan's frenzied assault, Luo Yuhang's Dark Emperor Dragon true body was already covered in wounds. More than half its dragon scales had shattered, and dragon blood gushed from the injuries, staining the Soul Guidance Protective Shield dark red. One dragon wing had been torn off by Situ Xuan by brute force, half the dragon tail was broken off, and one dragon horn had shattered. His body had left a huge dent in the Soul Guidance Protective Shield, its edges covered in fine cracks.

Situ Xuan's right fist clenched tight, five-colored radiance gathering over his knuckles. Blood energy, Malevolent Qi, Battle Qi, Soul Power, and force—five kinds of power wove together over his fist, turning into a ball of light compressed to the extreme.

He punched out.

The Soul Guidance Protective Shield