Drag Out the God-Slaying Soul Guidance Shell!!!

After all, in the Sun-Moon Federation's eight thousand years of founding, no native force had ever been able to stand against the Federation army head-on.

Fang Yu said nothing, but his gaze grew several shades deeper.

Just then—

BOOM!!

A thunderous explosion erupted overhead!

Dazzling blue light, carrying shattered stone and splintered wood, rained down from above. The thick alloy dome had been smashed open, leaving a massive hole. Howling winds poured into the council chamber, sending papers flying and overturning tables and chairs.

"Enemy attack!!"

"Protect the Speaker!!"

The guards instantly drew the soul guidance guns at their sides and gathered tensely around the round table.

The councilors sprang to their feet in panic. Some scrambled beneath the tables in embarrassment, while others craned their necks toward the hole, their faces filled with horror.

Amid the swirling dust, a burly figure slammed heavily into the hard marble floor, scattering countless fragments of stone.

The man wore a dark blue general's battle armor, but it had long since been shattered beyond recognition. His breastplate was deeply caved in, cracks covered his body, and wounds seeping golden blood showed beneath them. His hair was disheveled, his black hair streaked with silver and stained with blood. Yet he still gripped a trident tightly in his hand, its glow dim.

"V-Vice Speaker Chen?!"

Someone cried out in shock.

The entire chamber fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the man on the ground as though they had witnessed something unimaginable.

That was Chen Xinjie?

The Vast Sea Douluo, hailed as the Federation's military god, who had suppressed an entire era?!

How had he ended up like this?!

Fang Yu's expression changed drastically. He hurried forward and bent down to support the swaying Chen Xinjie, his voice cracking. "Old Temple Master! How did you... Your