Please, all of you, go to your deaths!

In the Heavenly Screen, Yin Hongye and his group left Shrek City, their Mecha taking off and flying towards Mingdu.

Qian Renxue leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes to rest, while Di Qiuer was still pondering Long Yeyue's matter.

Mu Hongchen has already opened the data panel and started writing the "Shrek City Fireworks Night Observation Report".

Yin Hongye sat in the back row, watching the ruins recede into the distance outside the porthole, saying nothing.

The Shrek City saga has only just begun.

Mingdu, inside the Federation Public Security Bureau.

Xu Tiankuo sat in his office, an urgent report that had just been delivered laid out in front of him.

Shrek City was attacked; two Level-Twelve Godslayer Soul Missile destroyed the entire city.

The report was signed by the Federation Military Department, and the wording was restrained, but the message was clear: half of Shrek City was gone, Shrek Academy was gone, and the Tang Sect Headquarters was gone.

He read the report over and over three times, then put it down, leaned back in his chair, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

"Okay," he said softly, "Very good!"

The events at Shrek City weren't directly related to him, but he was all too aware of their significance.

With the fall of Shrek City, Shrek Academy and Tang Sect lost their confidence as representatives in the Federal Parliament.

Those councilors who usually relied on Shrek and Tang Sect for support and opposed him in Parliament have now all lost their backers.

He can start now.

The Parliament was purged, and the remaining members of Shrek and Tang Sect were eliminated. Under one pretext, in one operation, everyone who needed to be eliminated was cleared out.

As for the Parliament Chairman, that's just a side job.

Xu Tiankuo turned around and walked back to the table, picked up the communicator, and dialed an encrypted channel. It rang twice on the other end, and when he answered, it was Yin Hongye's voice.

"Old Xu."

"You've heard about what happened in Shrek City," Xu Tiankuo said.

"I saw it in person," Yin Hongye said.

Xu Tiankuo was taken aback, then rubbed his temples. "Really?"

"Then I'll borrow this knife to deal with those people in the Parliament and clean them up."

"Those people in the Parliament are too deeply connected with Shrek and the Tang Sect. We can't touch them normally, but now we have a pretext. I plan to call an emergency meeting; all councilors must attend. Anyone who doesn't come is guilty. Those who do come can be wiped out in one fell swoop. Just kill everyone below the title level!"

Yin Hongye remained silent for two seconds on the other end of the communicator. "You want me to take action?"

"You'll handle it best," Xu Tiankuo said. "I'll take control of the Parliament building; I'll seal off the outside. You handle the inside."

"When."

"The day after tomorrow, I have given the order that all councilors are not allowed to leave Mingdu. Anyone who leaves will be treated as a defector."

"Okay," Yin Hongye answered readily, "I'll be there the day after tomorrow."

The call ended, Xu Tiankuo's face and eyes were hidden in the darkness.

Meanwhile, in Heaven Dou City, at the Tang Sect Headquarters.

Zang Xin sat in his study, his communicator still lit up, having just received news of the attack on Shrek City. He didn't move.

His hands rested on the edge of the table, motionless, as if he were frozen in place.

The Tang Sect Headquarters is gone.

The Tang Sect Headquarters in Shrek City is the Tang Sect's most important stronghold in the Douluo Continent.

Now, it's all gone.

He slowly closed his eyes. This generation of the Tang Sect was already facing difficulties.

The medicinal herbs in the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well haven't fully matured yet, the materials for top-tier Fixed Soul Tool are still in short supply, and the Soul Tool production line has been raided again by Yin Hongye and Mu Hongchen.

It has nothing.

Now even the headquarters has been bombed.

Can't we just ask Yin Hongye to return the money?

This person has no money!

His pockets were emptier than his face.

"This generation is destined to never turn things around," he said softly, as if speaking to himself.

The Tang Sect was almost back to where it was ten thousand years ago after this explosion.

A few days later, the Federal Parliament.

Inside the council chamber, the members of parliament took their seats one after another. The long table was full of people, Parliament Chairman sat in the main seat, his expression more somber than usual.

The atmosphere in the hall was off; everyone could sense it, but no one could pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

Some people were looking down at their files, some were whispering to each other, and some were glancing towards the door every now and then.

Of course, the members of the Holy Spirit Cult were still hoping they could escape this calamity.

Xu Tiankuo sat in the front seat, the meeting agenda spread out in front of him, his expression normal. He had not notified anyone in advance, nor had he openly mobilized any troops.

Outside the Parliament building, the Military Department's blockade was completed quietly.

Several squads of fully armed taxi drivers guarded all the exits, and no one went in or out.

The Parliament Chairman tapped his gavel. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is an emergency meeting. The agenda includes one item: the aftermath of the attack on Shrek City. Please feel free to speak your minds."

The words had barely left his mouth when the side door was pushed open from the outside.

Yin Hongye walked in. He was dressed in red, his hands in his pockets, and his face was expressionless. Mu Hongchen followed behind him.

The two did not sit down, but walked directly to one end of the council table and stood there.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone sensed that something was clearly wrong.

But what I fear most is the Holy Spirit Cult infiltrator; did that person just glance at me?

Yin Hongye pulled a stack of files from her pocket and tossed them onto the long table. The pages scattered, gliding across the smooth surface before stopping in front of the representatives from the Shrek Academy and Tang Sect.

"The military supply allocation slip is complete with all signatures and stamps," Yin Hongye said. "Two God-Slaying Soul Tool were transported out of the Federation's Sealed Warehouse. The allocater's signature is: Shrek Academy. The reviewer's stamp is: Tang Sect."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two ashen faces. "You approved it yourselves. The person in charge signed it, and the reviewer stamped it. But you didn't even check what was in the box. Two Level-Twelve Godslayer Soul Missile were smuggled out right under your noses, and you didn't even ask a single question."

The Shrek Academy representative opened his mouth, "This... we're just following procedure..."

"The process," Yin Hongye interrupted him, "Is your process really that sloppy?"

The Tang Sect representative gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, unable to utter a single word.

Both sides' resolve was shattered.

The Shrek Academy representative stared at the allocation lists on the table, his fingers growing cold. If only his men had asked one more question or glanced at them more closely, Shrek City wouldn't have been reduced to ruins.

The Tang Sect representative wasn't doing much better; they were utterly disheartened.

Watching this scene, Mu Hongchen said, "You have such a twisted sense of humor, but at least they can sleep peacefully tonight."

Xu Tiankuo, sitting in the front row, watched this scene unfold. Before they could recover, he stood up, turned to the Parliament Chairman, and spoke in a clear voice that carried throughout the hall, "Parliament Chairman, since we can't find out who the Holy Spirit Cult Cult's mole is, or who has been brainwashed, then deal with everyone we can suspect."

The hall was deathly silent.

The Parliament Chairman opened his mouth, but no words came out.

They knew they had become victims of this coup.

Yin Hongye stood up, raised his hand, and drew his two swords, which hung at his sides, their blades gleaming coldly and reflecting the faces of everyone present.

"Gentlemen, prepare to die!"