Willing to Die for the Speaker, All Forces Attack!

Meanwhile, above the sea outside Skysea City.

The night was as black as ink, and the waves churned violently.

The soul-guided searchlights of the Three Great Fleets illuminated the entire sea as brightly as day.

Cannons bristled everywhere, and the air was thick with the pungent scent of gunpowder and a chilling aura of slaughter.

Chen Xinjie's gaze swept across the Three Great Fleets.

His eyes held a lofty contempt, as though he were looking at a swarm of ants that did not know their own limits.

A moment later, Chen Xinjie slowly spoke.

His voice was not loud, yet it resounded through the heavens like thunder, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Withdraw."

Two simple, direct words that brooked no doubt.

His voice carried an innate majesty, as though the ocean itself had issued the command, making people instinctively want to obey.

Yet the commanders of the three legions wore grave expressions and did not order their fleets to withdraw.

Standing in the command rooms of their respective flagships, they watched the upright figure on the sea through soul-guided screens, their faces heavy as iron.

But those were not beads of sweat born of fear...

They were sweat born of pressure and resolve.

At that moment, the commander of the Tianhai Legion slowly turned around and looked at the soldiers in the command room behind him.

His gaze was calm and resolute, as though he were making one final confirmation, or perhaps seeking some kind of support.

When his gaze fell upon them, every soldier met his eyes directly, their own filled with seriousness and determination.

Not a single one flinched.

Not a single one looked away.

Not a single face showed fear or hesitation.

They stood there with straight backs and blazing eyes, as though they were telling their legion commander with their gazes—

We are ready.

He did not ask them aloud.

Because he had already seen the answer in their eyes.

These young men.

These veterans who had followed him for years.

These sons and daughters who had gathered in the Tianhai Legion from all across the Federation.

They had made their choice.

They told him with their eyes:

Legion Commander, give the order.

At that moment, communications came in from the commanders of the other fleets.

Inside the command room of the East Sea Fleet's flagship, a middle-aged commander stood before the screen. His uniform was immaculate, his face stern, and a blazing fire burned in his eyes.

Facing the screen, he spoke in a steady, powerful voice.

"Tianhai, this is East Sea."

"There isn't a single man in my fleet who fears death!"

"The Speaker has toiled for us for decades and sacrificed so much. How can we betray the Speaker now?"

"Let's fight Chen Xinjie, that despicable bastard, to the death!"

Inside the command room of the Beihai Navy flagship, an elderly commander with a full head of white hair stood before the screen.

His face was covered in wrinkles, the marks left behind by decades of military service.

His lips trembled slightly, but his voice was exceptionally resolute.

"Tianhai, this is Beihai."

"My Beihai Navy is willing to lead the charge."

"The Speaker has shown us kindness!"

"We cannot repay kindness with ingratitude!"

"Even if this old man dies today!"

"I will die charging forward!!!"

The Third Fleet, the Fourth Fleet, the Fifth Fleet...

The commanders of one warship after another appeared on the screens. Some were middle-aged, some young; some calm, some impassioned.

Yet the same fire burned in all their eyes, a blazing fervor willing to brave fire and water for their faith.

"This is the Third Fleet. We are willing to fight to the death alongside the Legion Commander!"

"Fourth Fleet, hear the order! We are not afraid!"

"Fifth Fleet, every member requests battle!"

Cries of "We are not afraid of death!" and "We are willing to lead the charge!" rang out from the command rooms of every fleet, converging through the soul-guided communications network in the command room of the Tianhai Legion flagship.

The voices rose and fell like surging tides, making even the air in the entire command room tremble.

The commander of the Tianhai Legion stood before the screen, looking at those familiar faces.

Some were old classmates who had graduated from military academy alongside him.

Some were young commanders he had personally promoted.

Some were juniors whom he had once thought insufficiently mature and steady.

But at this moment...

There was only one expression on their faces:

Determination!

His eyes reddened.

After serving in the military for decades, witnessing countless lives and deaths, and fighting countless battles, he had never been like this before...

He was not crying from fear.

He was crying because he was moved.

Then, facing the people on the screen and the officers and soldiers willing to follow him to their deaths, he gave a deep bow.

He bent very, very low.

This was not a legion commander bowing to his subordinates. It was a general showing respect to his soldiers.

A moment later, he straightened up. His eyes became focused, resolute, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

He took a deep breath, and his voice echoed through the entire command room and the entire fleet.

"Full forces, attack!"

With that single order.

Thousands of low-grade soul-guided shells fired from the fleet at once.

At that moment, the entire sea was lit up.

Countless bursts of fire erupted from the naval guns, trailing long tails of flame as they tore through the night sky like thousands of meteors streaking across the heavens at once.

The blazing, dazzling light illuminated the entire sea as brightly as day, turning the night sky dreamlike and surreal.

Boom boom boom boom—!

Explosions rang out one after another.

Like thunder bursting over the sea.

Countless shells exploded around Chen Xinjie, drowning his entire body in flames and smoke.

The multicolored flashes of the explosions made the night sky seem dreamlike and fantastical, like a brilliant starry sky.

Countless beams of light intertwined...

Brilliantly colored and dazzling.

If not for the thick smell of gunpowder hanging in the air.

If not for the deafening explosions echoing beside their ears.

The scene would have looked like a grand fireworks display.

But in truth...

This was the clarion call of death!

Every shell was an emissary of the god of death.

Every flash of light was a life's final song.

Behind that dazzling spectacle...

Lay the will of tens of thousands of soldiers, the resolve of the Three Great Fleets, and the roar of the entire Federation Navy.

At the same time, the second wave of soul-guided shells continued firing.

There was no pause.

They gave Chen Xinjie no chance to catch his breath.

While the first wave of shells was still in flight.

The second wave had already been fired from the barrels.

Wave after wave came without end, surging like the tides.

They intended to suppress Chen Xinjie with overwhelming firepower.

And that decision was correct.

Because Chen Xinjie had not expected the Three Great Navies to truly dare attack him.

He had thought that with a Peak Quasi-God like himself standing guard, with the reputation of the Vast Sea Douluo intimidating them, and with the Sea God Family backing him, even if the Three Great Navies did not obediently retreat, they would at least not dare to fire first.

He had thought these ordinary soldiers would be afraid, these low-ranking officers would hesitate, and the commanders of these fleets would weigh the pros and cons.

Thus, he had not been on guard.

Caught completely off guard...

Thousands of shells exploded around him at once.

He tried to rely on the mobility of a Peak Quasi-God to leave this sea area directly.

But the unceasing barrage of shells...

Left him with no opening at all.