Stolen Goods

Yu Guanzhi, a middle-aged man in silver-gray military uniform, stood beside him. He held an ancient brush in his hand, his bearing as steady as a mountain. He was none other than the Divine Brush Douluo, commander of the Federation Central Army Corps, and likewise a Quasi-God standing at the pinnacle of the Soul Master pyramid.

"Old Hall Master, do you really think the people on the other side would dare come?" Yu Guanzhi's gaze swept over the rolling sea, his voice calm. "With Zhong Shenxiu's limited foundation, he can at most bring two or three Limit Douluos. Would he dare face the two of us head-on?"

Chen Xinjie spoke blandly. "He'll come. East Sea is his foundation. With us making such a show here, he has nowhere to hide."

"There's one thing I'm worried about." Yu Guanzhi frowned slightly. "The Leng Family has been making quite a few moves lately. Their clan grounds and businesses are all being relocated toward East Sea. Leng Yaozhu is a deeply calculating woman. Don't let us fight on the front lines while she stabs us in the back."

At those words, an imperceptible curve touched Chen Xinjie's lips.

"Leng Yaozhu? If she knows what's good for her, she'll stay in line. If she dares reach out, we'll deal with her too."

His words were calm, yet they carried an unquestionable tyranny.

This was the confidence of one who had stood at the continent's peak for a hundred years.

Before Yun Ming, Chen Xinjie had already been a symbol of an era. When had Chen Xinjie ever feared anyone?

Back then, when he claimed defeat to Yun Ming, it had only been because he cherished talent, because an elder had expectations for a junior.

The Sea God Family had been passed down for ten