Move, and You and Your Bunker Fly Together

A moment later...

The soldiers entered Tang Sect Headquarters.

Tang Sect Headquarters stood in the northwest corner of Shrek City, an ancient-looking complex that covered a vast area.

The two words "Tang Sect" were engraved upon the towering archway, their strokes vigorous and powerful. It was said that they had been written personally by the Tang Sect's founding ancestor.

Beyond the archway stood layer upon layer of halls and pavilions, with upturned eaves, ornate brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters. Every detail displayed the heritage and grandeur of this ten-thousand-year-old sect.

But when the Federation soldiers surged in...

None of that mattered.

The soldiers had no mood to admire the scenery, nor did they intend to show mercy.

They had only one mission.

Arrest everyone in the Tang Sect, regardless of gender, age, or status.

Their orders were to "cleanse it completely."

That meant leaving no blind spots and letting no one escape.

A young soldier was the first to rush into the main hall, where he ran straight into a Tang Sect disciple serving as a steward.

The disciple looked to be in his early twenties. He wore a blue robe embroidered with the Tang Sect emblem, his face still carrying traces of shock and confusion.

He clearly had yet to understand what was happening.

The soldier gave him no time to react.

The Soul Guidance staff in his hand lashed out, and the first blow smashed directly into the disciple's mouth.

Bang!

The disciple's lips split open instantly, two teeth flew out, and blood streamed from the corner of his mouth.

Whatever he had wanted to say was now lodged in his throat, turning into a muffled, incoherent groan.

The disciple clutched his face and bent over, tears welling from the pain.

But the soldier did not stop. His second strike followed at once, smashing viciously into the back of the disciple's knees.

Crack! It was the sound of bones shifting out of place. The disciple's legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.

Clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

This was standard procedure.

The first strike broke the mouth, preventing pleas for mercy.

The second strike crippled the legs, forcing the target to kneel.

There was no need for conversation. Only action.

The disciple knelt on the ground, his mouth full of blood as he whimpered, unable to form a complete sound.

The soldier walked around him expressionlessly and continued deeper into the hall.

Behind him, another soldier stepped forward, fitted restraints onto the disciple's hands, then dragged him out like cargo.

And the same scene...

Was unfolding simultaneously in every corner of the Tang Sect.

Elders, stewards, disciples...

The thousands of people throughout Tang Sect Headquarters were dragged out from every room and every hidden corner in less than a quarter of an hour.

Some tried to flee through back doors or secret passages...

But not a single one succeeded.

Because at that moment, the Four Great Legions had sealed Tang Sect Headquarters so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Mecha circled in the sky while armored vehicles blocked the ground. Anyone attempting to escape was discovered immediately and struck down.

As for those who resisted...

They had to face suppression at the hands of the four legion commanders.

One Tang Sect elder attempted to resist.

He was a Title Douluo-level powerhouse, not weak in the slightest and one of the Tang Sect's prominent figures.

When the soldiers rushed into his room, he abruptly released his martial soul. Soul Power surged around him, and his imposing aura filled the room.

He wanted to break through the encirclement.

But in the next moment...

Yu Guanzhi appeared before him.

Yu Guanzhi did not even use his full strength. With a casual wave of his hand, the character "Suppress" condensed in the air and descended like Mount Tai bearing down from above.

The elder did not even have time to react before the "Suppress" character pinned him to the ground, leaving him unable to move.

Yu Guanzhi did not even spare him another glance before turning and leaving.

Two soldiers stepped forward, placed restraints on the elder's hands, and dragged him away.

There was also a Tang Sect Supreme Elder, an old monster whose cultivation had reached the Limit Douluo level.

He had lived in seclusion in an underground chamber beneath the Tang Sect for years, unconcerned with worldly affairs.

When the soldiers burst into the chamber, he rose from his meditation cushion. A sharp glint flashed through his clouded old eyes, and the Soul Power fluctuations around him made the entire chamber tremble.

He wanted to make a move.

But the commander of the Southern Legion was already standing at the entrance to the chamber.

Behind him stood an entire row of fully deployed Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell launchers.

His expression was calm as still water, but his voice was cold as ice.

"Move..."

"And this chamber, along with you, old sir, will fly into the sky."

The Supreme Elder fell silent.

He had lived for more than a century and understood better than anyone the value of being alive.

He could die for the Tang Sect.

But he could not die meaninglessly.

And now, under the threat of an entire row of Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells, any resistance from him would be futile.

In the end, he withdrew his Soul Power and calmly held out his hands, allowing the soldiers to put restraints on him.

A Limit Douluo had surrendered just like that.

No one mocked his cowardice.

Because everyone understood.

When faced with an absolute disparity in power...

Surrender was not shameful. It was rational.

And only three hours later...

Tang Sect Headquarters was completely emptied.

Several thousand Tang Sect disciples, dozens of stewards, more than a dozen elders, one Supreme Elder, and Sect Master Zang Xin were all fitted with restraints and escorted onto military Soul Guidance transport vehicles.

Upon the gates of Tang Sect Headquarters...

Military seals rustled loudly in the night wind.

Tang Sect.

This ancient sect that had been passed down for ten thousand years.

This force that had once left countless legends across Douluo Continent.

In a single night...

It vanished completely from Shrek City.

Meanwhile, the Three Great Navies in Skysea City also came ashore and searched the Tang Sect's secret base.

When news arrived that the fleets had docked at Skysea City's harbor, the Tang Sect personnel left behind at the secret base already knew that something was terribly wrong.

But knowing was one thing.

Escaping was another.

The Three Great Navies sealed every route to sea, while Federation troops blocked every land route.

The entire Skysea City was surrounded like an iron barrel. Not even a sea Soul Beast could swim out.

The entrance to the secret base was hidden beneath an abandoned dock in the outskirts of Skysea City, concealed extremely well.

The entrance was a heavy alloy door covered in Soul Guidance locks and defensive formations. Without identity verification from internal Tang Sect personnel, it could not be opened at all.

But the soldiers did not need to open it.

The commander of the East Sea Fleet acted personally and smashed the alloy door apart with a single punch.

The three-inch-thick alloy door, before the power of a Limit Douluo, was like paper. Together with the defensive formations upon it, it was blasted into fragments.

The soldiers filed inside.

The secret base was far larger than they had imagined.

It was a massive complex built hundreds of meters underground, containing laboratories, warehouses, docks, living quarters, and even a training ground.

The base had every facility imaginable and stockpiled large amounts of food and fresh water, enough to sustain several thousand people for years.