Loyalty! Sweep Away All Filth!

Under the leadership of Yu Guanzhi and the other officers...

The Central Legion soldiers left the camp once more and headed toward Ming Capital's urban district.

The force of tens of thousands marched through the night.

Their steps were orderly, their momentum overwhelming.

Their target was equally clear—

the Tang Sect branch in the East District of Ming Capital.

At the same time...

The same scene was unfolding throughout the Federation.

The Southern Legion returned to its base in the Southern Military Region.

When the soldiers returned to their dormitories and saw the stacks of brand-new Federation Coins on their beds, their eyes reddened one after another.

Some squatted on the ground and began to cry. Some gripped the bills with trembling hands. Some bowed deeply in the direction of Ming Capital.

Then, they set down the money, picked up their weapons, and walked out of the barracks.

They remembered that there was a Tang Sect branch in the provincial capital.

The Western Legion returned to its base in the Western Military Region.

When the soldiers saw the money on their beds, the entire camp fell silent for a full minute.

That silence was not indifference.

It was the wordless gratitude of people too deeply shaken to speak.

Then, the entire camp erupted.

The Northwestern Legion, the Northern Legion...

The same scene was playing out in every legion.

These soldiers were overwhelmed by the Speaker's generosity.

They did not know how to repay him.

But they knew...

the Speaker's enemies were their enemies.

The forces the Speaker wanted to eliminate...

were the targets they would eliminate.

The Tianhai Legion, Donghai Legion, and Beihai Legion.

The soldiers of the Three Great Navies disembarked from their ships and raced toward the cities.

Their military boots splashed through puddles, Soul Tool weapons clenched in their hands, flames burning in their eyes.

Even when the sea wind swept past...

it could not disperse the hot blood in their hearts.

At this moment, the entire Federation was trembling.

Countless soldiers poured out of their camps.

From every direction, they converged into surging torrents and rushed toward the Tang Sect branches in their respective cities.

It was a spontaneous, collective, unstoppable force.

Gratitude and loyalty born from the depths of their hearts.

East District of Ming Capital, Tang Sect branch.

This was a three-story building, its exterior lavishly decorated, with a sign reading "Xuanshi Tang Sect Technology Co., Ltd." hanging above the entrance.

During the day, people came and went here. It was one of Ming Capital's busiest commercial districts.

But now, deep in the night, the entire building lay shrouded in darkness, with only two lamps at the entrance still lit.

The Tang Sect branch manager was drinking tea in his office on the second floor.

He did not yet know what had happened in Shrek City and Skysea City. He did not know that Tang Sect headquarters had already been emptied, nor that Zang Xin had been captured.

He thought it was merely an ordinary night. He thought the sun would rise as usual tomorrow. He thought the Tang Sect remained the colossal entity that had stood unshaken for ten thousand years.

Then he heard movement outside.

It was the sound of footsteps—countless footsteps converging from all directions, drawing nearer and louder.

He walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.

Then his pupils abruptly contracted. The teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

Below, densely packed soldiers had surrounded the entire building so completely that not even water could pass through.

Tens of thousands of people, an endless sea of black.

They stretched from one end of the street to the other, from across the road all the way to the corner.

They wore neat uniforms, held identical weapons, and bore the same expression.

It was an unquestionable resolve.

Before he could react...

the front doors had already been smashed open.

The soldiers surged inside like a tide.

They scattered, charging into every room and every corner.

Their speed and coordination made it seem as though this was not an impromptu operation...

but an exercise rehearsed countless times.

The first to charge up to the second floor was the soldier who had said he "couldn't sleep" in the dormitory.

He kicked open the office door, the Soul Tool electric baton in his hand flickering with blue electricity beneath the lights.

At a glance, he spotted the branch manager standing by the window.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang Sect uniform. His face was pale, his lips trembling. He had clearly been scared senseless.

The soldier did not give him a chance to speak.

He strode forward.

The first strike smashed straight into his mouth.

The manager's scream was beaten back before it could leave his throat. Two teeth flew out, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to say something, to explain something, but his mouth full of blood only allowed him to make muffled, incoherent sounds.

The second strike landed behind his knees.

The manager's legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.

His knees struck the floor with a dull sound, making his entire body shudder in pain.

He knelt there with his head lowered, not daring to move or speak. Even his breathing was cautious.

The soldier looked down at him and sneered.

"Tang Sect?"

"A treasonous organization!"

"Stay kneeling!"

At this moment, the same scene...

was unfolding simultaneously on every floor, in every room.

In the reception hall on the first floor, two Tang Sect disciples on duty were pinned to the ground, Soul Tool electric batons pressed against the backs of their necks, leaving them unable to move.

They tried to struggle.

But they were instantly subdued by greater force.

A young soldier crouched down and patted one disciple's face, his tone cold and calm.

"Don't move. It'll hurt more if you do."

In the finance office on the second floor, several Tang Sect personnel who had been sorting accounts were dragged from their chairs. Their hands were bound behind their backs, and they were lined up in a squat against the wall.

The soldiers pulled out their account books and stacked them neatly on the table, awaiting further investigation.

In the conference room on the third floor, several mid-level Tang Sect managers were holding a meeting.

They heard the commotion below and tried to escape through the rear door, only to find it already blocked.

The soldiers trapped them in the conference room. One by one, they held their heads and squatted in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

In the basement...

the soldiers discovered a small warehouse.

It was piled high with all kinds of Soul Tools and rare metals, as well as several Soul Tool blueprints of unknown origin.

None of these items appeared in the Tang Sect's accounts. They had clearly been acquired through some shady channel.

The soldiers showed no courtesy. They immediately inventoried and packed everything, affixed seals, and prepared to transport it away.

In less than an hour...

the Tang Sect's branch in Ming Capital had been completely cleared out.

Everyone was fitted with restraining devices and escorted onto military Soul Tool transport vehicles.

Those Tang Sect disciples who normally strutted arrogantly through Ming Capital, acting as though no one could touch them, now hung their heads in despair, their faces ashen.

Escorted between the soldiers, they kept their heads lowered and did not dare meet anyone's eyes.

Just like at Tang Sect headquarters, no one escaped.

And at this moment, in other cities...

the same drama was unfolding simultaneously.

At the Tang Sect branch in Star Luo City, the Southern Legion soldiers completed the cleanup in less than forty minutes.