Counting Chen Xinjie's Crimes

A Peak Quasi-God.

A powerhouse standing at the pinnacle of the continent.

The master of the War God Temple, protected by a divine artifact.

Yet he had been severely wounded and knocked unconscious by a single punch.

Without even putting up a decent resistance.

At that moment, from within the fleet...

Several figures rose into the air.

They were officers at the Title Douluo level. They had been awaiting orders, waiting for the right moment to strike.

They flew toward the direction where Chen Xinjie had fallen and accurately caught his unconscious body.

Their movements were clean and efficient.

Someone took out restraining devices and fastened them around Chen Xinjie's neck and wrists, completely sealing the Soul Power within him.

These restraining devices had been specially researched and designed by the Federation for high-level Soul Masters. Once worn, even a Peak Quasi-God could not mobilize the slightest trace of Soul Power.

Like an ordinary prisoner, Chen Xinjie was held up in midair by several officers.

His head hung low, his long hair falling over his face. None of his former domineering majesty remained.

Chen Yu withdrew his gaze.

He did not look at Chen Xinjie again.

He had no intention of killing Chen Xinjie now.

Killing a Peak Quasi-God would be easy.

He could do it with a raise of his hand.

But the death of a Peak Quasi-God and the death of a traitor publicly tried and reviled by all the Federation's people were two entirely different concepts.

The former would only make Chen Xinjie a "tragic hero" in some people's hearts.

But the latter—

That was true victory.

And more importantly...

Chen Xinjie needed to die in a way that served Chen Yu's interests.

Therefore, he would put Chen Xinjie on trial before all the people of the Sun Moon Federation.

He would enumerate every one of his crimes.

He would let everyone see what kind of person this so-called Vast Sea Douluo truly was.

He would let every still-wavering faction see clearly.

Standing against the Federation...

Would lead to this outcome!

Then, riding this overwhelming momentum, he would take control of the War God Temple!

By then...

No one would be able to object, and no one would dare to object.

The War God Temple...

Would truly become the Federation's War God Temple, rather than the private property of some family or faction.

In the night sky, the dark clouds dispersed.

Moonlight spilled down once more...

Casting a silver sheen across the sea.

The soldiers of the three great fleets stared blankly at the figure in the sky, taking a long while to recover.

No one knew who was the first to shout.

Then, deafening cheers filled the entire sea.

"Speaker! Speaker!"

The soldiers poured from the cabins onto the decks.

Some waved their military caps, some raised their hands, and some embraced each other and wept.

Their eyes were filled with fervor and worship. Even when their throats had gone hoarse, they refused to stop shouting.

That was their Speaker.

That was the man they were willing to die for.

Chen Yu swept his gaze across the soldiers on the decks and gave a slight nod.

Then, his figure vanished from the night sky.

Only that sea, still ringing with cheers, and the bright moon breaking through the clouds remained.

Under the moonlight...

Several Title Douluo officers escorted the unconscious Chen Xinjie as they slowly descended onto the deck of the Tianhai Legion's flagship.

Chen Xinjie's once-glorious robe was now tattered and stained with blood.

The restraining devices on his body glinted with a cold light.

A young officer walked up to Chen Xinjie. Looking at that pale face, his eyes held nothing but contempt.

He spat and said through gritted teeth.

"Traitor."

And that word, "traitor"...

Carried far, far away on the night wind.

At that moment, on the flagship's deck...

Pan Wen had arrived at some point.

He stood beside several officers, looking at the escorted Chen Xinjie. His expression was calm, but a glimmer of excitement flickered in his eyes.

He knew that from this day onward...

The Federation's history would turn to a new page.

Then he turned toward Ming Capital and activated his Soul Communication Device.

"This is Pan Wen. Arrange the best medical team and make sure Chen Xinjie stays alive."

His voice was steady and calm.

"He must stay alive."

"Until the day of his trial!"

A firm response came from the other end of the communication device.

"Yes!"

Meanwhile, above Shrek City.

The night wind was biting, whipping everyone's robes with sharp flutters.

Chen Yu's gaze suddenly turned eastward, toward Skysea City.

The movement was light and casual, as though it were merely an inadvertent glance.

Yet that glance...

Made a thread of panic rise in Yun Ming's heart.

He could not explain where that panic had come from.

But his intuition told him.

Something beyond his control...

Had happened.

The next second, Zhuo Shi's Soul Communication Device rang.

The piercing ringtone was especially abrupt in the silent night sky, like a thunderclap exploding beside everyone's ears.

Zhuo Shi froze for a moment and instinctively glanced at Yun Ming before taking the communication device from his robes.

Everyone's eyes turned toward Zhuo Shi.

The elders of the Sea God Pavilion, Zang Xin, and every Title Douluo powerhouse above Shrek City all fixed their gazes on Zhuo Shi.

They did not know who was on the other end of the call.

But from Zhuo Shi's gradually changing expression as he answered it, they sensed an ominous warning.

As Zhuo Shi listened to the voice on the other end, his face changed from red to white, then from white to green.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and even the hand holding the communication device began to tremble.

The news was too shocking, too unbelievable.

It was something he could not accept for the moment.

After a while, he ended the call, looked up at the crowd, and said with a stunned expression.

"Master Chen has been severely wounded and captured."

"The one who attacked him was Chen Yu!"

Boom—!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In that instant...

The skies over Shrek City fell into dead silence.

Dozens of Title Douluo powerhouses, including Yun Ming, Zang Xin, and the elders...

All stood frozen in place, their minds blank.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

What did it mean that Chen Yu had attacked him?

Wasn't Chen Yu here?

Hadn't Chen Yu been standing before them all along, confronting Yun Ming?

How could he possibly appear in Skysea City at the same time?

How could he possibly deal with both Chen Xinjie and Yun Ming at once?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Some instinctively looked toward Chen Yu, then toward Skysea City, as if trying to confirm something.

Some rubbed their eyes, believing they must be dreaming.

Some even suspected that Zhuo Shi had misheard, or that the person reporting the news had misspoken.

But Zhuo Shi's expression told them...

It was true.

Chen Xinjie—the Peak Quasi-God, the Vast Sea Douluo, the master of the War God Temple—had been severely wounded and captured by Chen Yu.

And the one who had done it...

Was this very Chen Yu standing before them.

Yun Ming also looked directly at Chen Yu, his voice carrying a tremor he himself had not noticed.

"Chen Yu, what exactly did you do?"

His mind raced as he tried to find a reasonable explanation.

Was it someone who looked similar?

An illusion?

Some Soul Skill he did not know about?