Is It Shrek's Federation, or the People's Federation?

"Prominent clans such as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and sects such as the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, have all called..."

At that moment, Pan Wen stood before the desk, his expression extremely unpleasant and fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

He cautiously glanced at Chen Yu, his voice growing lower and lower.

Chen Yu remained calm. Seated in his chair, he held a cup of tea, slowly blew away the foam, and spoke indifferently.

"Speak."

Pan Wen took a deep breath and forced himself to continue.

"They demand that you withdraw this proposal and apologize to Shrek before all Federation citizens."

Hearing this, Chen Yu did not lose his temper. Instead, he smiled faintly.

The smile was shallow and mild, yet it instantly sent a chill down Pan Wen's back.

He had followed Chen Yu for many years and understood all too well what that smile meant.

Chen Yu gently set his teacup down on the desk, his fingers tapping the tabletop with a crisp sound.

He slowly spoke.

"Interesting."

"These parasites, these bloodsuckers, instead of hiding properly in the corners and keeping a low profile..."

"They actually dare to leap out one after another now."

"It seems..."

"This Speaker has been too easygoing!"

His tone remained calm, but every word was like an icy blade.

Pan Wen was immediately drenched in sweat.

One had to know...

Back when the Speaker was still in the military, he had forcibly subdued the Federation's Eight Great Legions with his fists alone!

Even now...

The Eight Great Legions still obeyed the Speaker's commands!

It seemed someone had come looking for death!

Pan Wen did not dare respond and stood quietly to the side with his hands lowered.

Then Chen Yu said blandly.

"Have Yu Guanzhi come up."

Pan Wen respectfully lowered his head.

"Yes."

Yu Guanzhi had arrived in Ming Capital several days ago, but Chen Yu had not summoned him until now.

Yet Yu Guanzhi, a Level 99 Limit Douluo, commander of the Central Legion, and a three-star general, showed not the slightest dissatisfaction. He had continued waiting obediently for Chen Yu's summons.

That patience and attitude were themselves a declaration of allegiance.

Soon, footsteps sounded outside the door.

The door was pushed open, and a tall figure entered.

Yu Guanzhi was powerfully built, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with resolute features. Three stars gleamed upon his crisp military uniform.

He strode up to Chen Yu, came to attention, stood ramrod straight, and respectfully lowered his head.

"Speaker."

Though his rank bore three stars, marking him as a full general, he remained utterly respectful before Chen Yu, without the slightest hint of arrogance.

Chen Yu picked up a file from the desk and casually tossed it over.

Yu Guanzhi caught it and quickly opened it to read.

As his eyes swept through page after page, his expression changed drastically. He abruptly raised his head to look at Chen Yu, obvious shock in his voice.

"Speaker, this..."

Chen Yu merely smiled faintly, his gaze calm and profound.

He spoke unhurriedly.

"Old Yu."

"Look."

"Now, I truly do not know whether this Federation belongs to Shrek or to the people!"

Yu Guanzhi's expression changed sharply upon hearing that.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dropped to one knee. His military boot struck the floor with a dull, powerful thud.

He lowered his head, his voice loud and resolute.

"I await the Speaker's orders!"

Chen Yu nodded slightly, a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes.

He rose to his feet and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back. Looking down upon the myriad lights of Ming Capital, his voice was not loud, yet it carried unquestionable authority.

"Since they wish to stand up for Shrek..."

"Then This Speaker will let them know what it means for the bird that sticks out to get shot!"

"Transmit my order. Deploy the Central Legion to surround the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"If anyone resists, kill them on the spot!"

"Yes, sir!"

Yu Guanzhi rose, clicked his boots together, then turned and strode away.

Thus, beneath countless watching eyes, the Central Legion set out.

On the streets of Ming Capital...

Columns of military Soul Guidance vehicles rolled out one after another, their engines rumbling low and powerfully.

In the sky, dozens of military Soul Guidance aircraft flew in formation, their warning lights flickering through the night.

The fully armed soldiers wore solemn expressions, their Soul Power fluctuations perfectly uniform. Their murderous aura made pedestrians along the streets hurriedly move aside, not daring to look directly at them.

At the same time, several other major Federation legions received orders and marched in different directions.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Clear Sky Sect, and the other clans and sects that had stepped forward to speak for Shrek all felt the Federation's icy pressure.

All these forces were utterly incredulous.

In the face of their pressure...

Chen Yu actually dared to retaliate!

They had thought that the combined pressure of hundreds of clans and dozens of sects would be enough to make this Speaker, who had no backing, obediently bow his head.

After all, even the Federation Council Chairman would not dare offend all the ancient powers across the continent at once.

Yet Chen Yu not only refused to bow his head, but directly sent troops to surround the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

That was a martial soul clan with a legacy spanning tens of thousands of years!

One of the continent's oldest powers!

This only made them even more furious!

For a time, public opinion boiled over, and the people's resentment was directly stirred up.

Across the major Soul Guidance Network platforms, voices condemning Chen Yu rose wave after wave.

Some accused the Speaker of abusing his authority, some denounced the Federation military as his personal tool, and others portrayed Chen Yu as a dictator and tyrant.

Those so-called "experts" added fuel to the flames, constantly escalating the situation.

Amid such circumstances, the Central Legion surrounded the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's estate stood in an ancient city several hundred kilometers from Ming Capital. It covered an enormous area and projected an imposing grandeur.

Towering walls, ancient gatehouses, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon statues coiled along the rooftops all proclaimed the foundation and glory of this ancient clan.

But when the Central Legion arrived...

Everything changed.

Thousands of soldiers encircled the entire estate so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Soul Guidance artillery platforms were erected on high ground, Title Douluo-level experts held the four directions, and red mecha patrolled the skies overhead.

The icy killing intent made even the Soul Beasts raised within the estate growl uneasily.

But the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan did not panic.

They had endured for ten thousand years...

What storms had they not seen?

A mere Central Legion...

Was not enough to throw them into disarray.

Not even a single elder came out to greet them or negotiate.

Because in their eyes, Chen Yu sending troops to surround the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was itself an act of overestimating himself.

All they needed to do was wait—wait for public opinion to ferment, wait for the other powers to exert pressure, wait for Chen Yu to be unable to hold on any longer.

After a while, the gates finally opened.

But the one who emerged was not an elder...

It was a collateral-line disciple.

He wore the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's distinctive blue robes, a lightning emblem of the clan embroidered over his chest, with the habitual arrogance of a great clan's descendant on his face.