What Does It Mean That All the War Gods Are Dead?!

As long as Guan Yue remained, Shrek's influence over the War God Temple would not completely disappear.

And once the heat died down,

they could make arrangements within the War God Temple again.

Hearing this, the elders nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with the statement.

Some stroked their beards in contemplation, some nodded thoughtfully, and some murmured, "Zhuo Shi is right."

Guan Yue had to be protected.

That was the consensus of everyone present.

"But Chen Yu's strength is currently the greatest on the continent."

"How are we supposed to stop him?"

Another elder spoke worriedly, his voice filled with obvious anxiety and unease.

The image of Chen Yu severely injuring Zang Xin with a single punch

still lingered in his mind.

That power, that speed, that domineering force that crushed everything before it made him feel fear deep in his bones.

What could they use to stop him?

Their lives?

Zhuo Shi spoke confidently, the corners of his mouth lifting into a knowing smile.

"Strength is strength."

"But so what if Chen Yu is the strongest on the continent?"

"Could he really slaughter innocent people indiscriminately?"

"As long as we clean up properly,"

"Chen Yu will have no way to make trouble for the War God Temple."

"Unless he dares to destroy the image of fairness he has in the eyes of those commoners."

"Perhaps we can even use this opportunity to smear him and force him from the position of Federation Council Chairman."

His voice was full of confidence, as though everything was already under his control.

His plan was simple.

Didn't Chen Yu want to investigate the War God Temple?

Then let him investigate.

As long as they destroyed all the evidence and cleaned up every loose end, Chen Yu would find nothing and would be unable to do anything to the War God Temple.

He could not just kill people without cause, could he?

He could not convict people without evidence, could he?

He was, after all, the Speaker.

He needed to maintain his image.

He needed to care about public opinion.

If he killed indiscriminately, if he abused his authority, would those commoners who supported him still support him?

Would those soldiers who admired him still admire him?

Once Chen Yu found himself caught between advancing and retreating, it would be time for them to strike back.

They could stir up public opinion, incite the people, and paint Chen Yu as a dictator, a tyrant.

When that time came, they would not even need to act.

The people's spit would drown Chen Yu, and the Federation Council's impeachment would drive him from office.

What a scheme!

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's eyes lit up.

Hope rekindled in their eyes.

Zhuo Shi's words showed them a way out, hope for a counterattack, and the possibility of turning things around.

As long as this scheme succeeded...

Then every problem would be resolved.

Chen Xinjie's death did not matter, nor did the destruction of the War God Temple.

As long as they could drive Chen Yu from office, as long as Shrek could regain its voice within the Federation...

Then every loss would be worth it.

Just as everyone was preparing to discuss the specifics, an urgent voice rang out from outside.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Something terrible has happened!"

"The War God Temple is in trouble!!!"

The voice was shrill and hurried, carrying undisguised panic and fear.

Its owner shouted as he ran, his footsteps chaotic and rapid, drawing closer and louder.

The elders in the hall all changed expression.

Something had happened to the War God Temple?

What had happened?

Hadn't Chen Yu only just gone up West Mountain?

Hadn't he only just begun his investigation?

Could it be...

Impossible.

Impossible!!!

Yun Ming abruptly rose from the seat of honor. The pressure of a Peak Quasi-God instinctively burst forth, shrouding the entire Sea God Pavilion in suffocating oppression.

His face was ashen, and his fists clenched tightly.

"Come in!"

His voice was low and urgent, carrying anger and tension he could not suppress.

The door was violently pushed open, and a young Shrek disciple stumbled inside. His face was pale, sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were full of terror.

He dropped to his knees and panted heavily, taking a long while before forcing out a complete sentence.

"Pavilion Master... the War God Temple..."

"The War Gods of the War God Temple..."

"They're all dead!"

The entire hall fell silent.

No one spoke. No one moved. Even the sound of breathing seemed to stop.

The Sea God Pavilion was terrifyingly quiet.

Yun Ming stood there like a statue.

His face was filled with disbelief.

All dead?

What did all dead mean?

Where was Guan Yue?

Was Guan Yue dead too?

Impossible!

Impossible!

Guan Yue was the deputy master of the War God Temple!

How could Chen Yu dare?!

"What did you say?"

Yun Ming's voice was hoarse and low, as though forced out from the depths of his throat.

"Say it again."

The disciple lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift his head. His voice trembled so violently that he could barely form a complete sentence.

"Pavilion Master..."

"The War God Temple... from Deputy Master Guan Yue to the lowest-ranked War God..."

"All of them..."

"All of them were killed by the Speaker..."

"No, by Chen Yu..."

"He spared no one..."

Spared no one!

Yun Ming's body swayed. His footing gave way, and he had to grab the edge of the table to keep from collapsing.

His face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He slowly sat back down in his chair, his movements stiff and sluggish, like an old man who had suddenly been drained of all strength.

Spared no one.

Chen Yu had not spared a single one.

Guan Yue was dead.

All the War Gods were dead.

Shrek had not even had time to make a move...

And everything was already over.

The elders seated along both sides of the long table looked at one another, the shock on their faces turning into fear.

Then, from fear, into despair.

Just moments ago, they had been discussing how to protect Guan Yue.

How to ensure Chen Yu found no evidence.

How to stir up public opinion and drive Chen Yu from office.

But now...

Chen Yu had given them a resounding slap across the face.

I don't need evidence.

Even if I kill them all outright,

what can you do about it?

At that moment, Zhuo Shi's expression...

was the ugliest of them all.

He sat there without moving.

He had just confidently declared, "Could he really slaughter innocent people indiscriminately"...

Yet Chen Yu had killed them!

He had spared no one, killing them all cleanly!

At that moment, Zhuo Shi's entire body trembled.

He felt the fury of being crushed, ignored, and humiliated.

But what use was his anger?

What use were his schemes?

What use was his confidence?

Before Chen Yu's absolute power...

Every scheme was a joke!

Yun Ming sat in the seat of honor and closed his eyes.

The Sea God Pavilion...

once again fell into deathly silence.

And amid everyone's silence, dawn arrived.

Morning light streamed through the latticed windows of the Sea God Pavilion, driving away the darkness in the hall inch by inch.

The elders were still seated.

From last night until this morning,

they had sat there all night long.

A heavy, oppressive, suffocating atmosphere now filled the Sea God Pavilion.

Just give up.

Someone thought this in his heart.