Raising a Tiger to Court Disaster

In today's battle, his Battle Armor had been completely shattered, his Soul Power exhausted, and his body gravely injured. He and his father, the continent's foremost burst-damage quasi-god, had joined forces, yet not only had they failed to suppress a young Soul Sage, they had instead been routed by him, their headquarters' foundations destroyed. In the end, an outsider had even forcibly stopped the fighting, allowing their opponent to withdraw at leisure.

All his pride, dignity, and confidence had been smashed to pieces in that moment.

Qiangu Dongfeng snapped his head around, his scarlet eyes locking hard onto Chen Xinjie's towering figure not far away. Like a gambler who had lost everything and was seething with unwillingness, his hoarse voice exploded with extreme resentment as he questioned him:

"General Chen! Why are you favoring him like this!"

"My Spirit Pagoda has always kept to itself with your Sea God Family and the Sun-Moon Federation! Today, my father and I risked our lives to suppress the thieves who invaded the Spirit Pagoda, yet you forcibly interfered halfway through, forcibly stopped the battle, and let the tiger return to the mountain! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

His roar shook the wilderness, carrying endless grievance and resentment as it echoed layer after layer across the empty, ruined battlefield.

Faced with Qiangu Dongfeng's hysterical questioning, the trace of calm smile on Chen Xinjie's face slowly faded.

All the composure and warmth he had shown in dealing with others just now receded, replaced by the cold, overbearing authority of a man who had occupied a high position and wielded power for decades. As the deputy minister of the Sun-Moon Federation's military, the Federation's deputy speaker, and the patriarch of the Sea God Family, he stood at the very peak of the continent's power.