Mopping Up Must Be Done Properly

"Fight him!"

No one knew who shouted it, but the voice was filled with despair and madness.

That cry was like a fuse igniting a powder keg, instantly detonating the last of everyone's will to survive and fight.

More than a dozen martial souls and Battle Armors were unleashed at once.

For a moment, the hall was illuminated as brightly as day by the multicolored radiance of Soul Power and Battle Armor.

Some unleashed enormous weapon martial souls, some summoned formidable beast martial souls, some were wreathed in lightning, while flames burned beneath others' feet.

The lights of various Soul Skills intertwined, and waves of Soul Power collided. The entire hall trembled.

They wanted to seize a sliver of hope, to carve out a path to survival with their final strength.

But what faced them...

Was Chen Yu's fist, like an ancient divine mountain!

Majestic, heavy, unstoppable.

It was power beyond this plane.

It was the power of a God.

Boom—!

More than a dozen clouds of blood exploded at once.

The sight was like a gigantic crimson flower blooming within the hall.

More than a dozen War Gods were blasted to death in the same instant, turning into blood mist that filled the entire hall.

The blood mist was so thick that one could barely see a hand in front of one's face, and the stench of blood was so overpowering it was hard to breathe.

All resistance...

Was wiped away beneath that single punch.

Their resistance before Chen Yu was like ants trying to shake a tree, like moths flying into a flame—overestimating themselves, pitiful and laughable.

The hall fell silent.

The blood mist slowly drifted down.

It landed on the white jade surface of the council platform.

It landed on the empty stone chairs.

Chen Yu stood there with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering faintly amid the blood mist.

His expression was as calm as ever, as though he had not killed dozens of people in the span of a breath, as though he had merely taken a stroll and had a cup of tea.

The War Gods of the War God Temple had all fallen!

After purging the filth from the War God Temple, Chen Yu took out his communication Soul Tool.

He told Yu Guanzhi and Pan Wen to bring the soldiers up, clean up the room, and handle the remaining matters.

His tone was calm and flat, as though he had not just killed dozens of War Gods in a few breaths.

On the other end of the communicator, Yu Guanzhi's reply was steady and brief.

"Yes, Chairman."

Very soon.

Footsteps came from the direction of the elevator.

They drew nearer and louder.

It was the sound of combat boots striking the metal floor, orderly and hurried, like a dull war drum.

Yu Guanzhi walked at the front, followed by Pan Wen, with fully armed Central Legion soldiers behind them.

The moment they entered the main hall of the War God Temple...

Everyone stopped.

Yu Guanzhi stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping over the wreckage before him.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

The white jade floor tiles had been stained dark red, and shallow pools of blood had even collected in some places.

Yu Guanzhi's pupils contracted violently.

He was a soldier, a Limit Douluo, and an old veteran who had witnessed countless deaths and endured countless battles.

He had seen battlefields where blood flowed like rivers and scenes littered with corpses, but he had never seen anything like this.

There were no bodies—only blood!

Those War Gods, those beings who stood at the pinnacle of the continent, had become one cloud of blood mist after another, not even given a chance to struggle.

An indescribable shock rose within him.

If one day, the Chairman decided to strike at him...

Yu Guanzhi did not dare think any further and hurriedly drove the thought from his mind.

He belonged to the Chairman. He would remain loyal to the Chairman forever. The Chairman would not strike at him.

He had to believe that.

Pan Wen stood beside Yu Guanzhi.

His face was pale, his legs trembling slightly, and the files in his hands nearly slipped from his grasp.

He was only a civil servant, an ordinary man engaged in administrative and secretarial work.

He had never seen such a bloody scene in his life, much less the fall of so many powerful figures.

At that moment, information on those War Gods flashed rapidly through his mind.

These people had wielded immense influence in the Federation for decades. Behind every one of them stood a vast force, and each had deep roots and extensive connections.

And now, they...

Were all dead!

Every last one had died in this hall.

At the Chairman's hands!

Pan Wen tightened his grip on the files, trying his best to calm himself.

He took a deep breath, drawing that blood-soaked air into his lungs before slowly exhaling.

He could not panic, much less lose control.

The Chairman still needed him to do things.

The soldiers looked at Chen Yu with fervent eyes.

As they looked at the bloodstains covering the floor, there was no fear on their faces, only an almost devout admiration.

They watched Chen Yu stand there, his expression as calm as water, as though none of this had anything to do with him.

That calmness, that effortless bearing, filled their hearts with uncontrollable excitement.

This was their Chairman!

This was the man who had improved their benefits!

He was not one of those lofty politicians who only knew how to spout empty words. He was a true powerhouse, a true leader, someone who genuinely cared about them.

Some soldiers clenched their Soul Guidance Rifles, their eyes reddening with emotion.

They wished they could be like the Chairman too, smashing the heads of those parasites with a single punch, smashing the heads of those who clung to the Federation and sucked its blood with a single punch.

At that moment, Chen Yu slowly spoke, his voice especially clear in the silent hall.

"I've already cleaned up the people."

"Secretary Pan, Commander Yu, thoroughly investigate those who remain."

"I hope to see a brand-new War God Temple in one week."

His tone remained calm, as though he was not assigning a matter that concerned the Federation's future, but merely an ordinary daily task.

His gaze swept over Pan Wen and Yu Guanzhi.

Pan Wen and Yu Guanzhi hurriedly lowered their heads respectfully, their voices neat and firm.

"Yes!"

Pan Wen was already calculating at high speed.

One week.

Seven days.

One hundred and sixty-eight hours.

They had to completely purge the War God Temple's remaining forces, investigate everyone connected to Chen Xinjie and Guan Yue, rebuild the War God Temple's management structure, and select new War Gods...

Time was tight, and the task was heavy.

But it was not impossible.

After all, he had the Chairman's support.

Yu Guanzhi's thoughts were much simpler.

If the Chairman said one week, then it was one week.

Within one week...

He would turn the War God Temple upside down!

He would clear out every bit of filth!

Chen Yu nodded slightly, shifting his gaze away from the two men and sweeping it over the soldiers with fervent eyes.

Then, his figure vanished in an instant.

The soldiers stared at the place where Chen Yu had disappeared for a long time, unable to recover their senses.

Meanwhile, at the Sea God Pavilion.

At that moment, the Sea God Pavilion was steeped in silence.

The ancient wooden hall was filled with people seated along both sides of a long table, yet no one spoke.