In the Northern Frontier Theater, wind and snow cut like knives.
Inside a vast indoor training arena, thousands of bare-chested soldiers were putting themselves through brutal combat drills, steam rising from their bodies.
"Hah!"
"Ha!"
Their roars thundered, their fists stirred the air, and every punch and kick carried enough force to shatter stone.
Atop a raised platform.
A man in a black cloak stood with his hands behind his back, nine gold stars gleaming on his shoulders.
Like a god cast in iron, he looked down over the steel torrent below.
He was Zhao Mengsheng, God of War Shanhe!
The youngest Nine-Star General in the Dragon Kingdom's military, he commanded a hundred thousand crack troops in the Northern Frontier. His formidable reputation struck terror into countless foreign malcontents.
Thud, thud, thud!
Just then, a young guard appeared, his face filled with overwhelming shock and excitement.
Forgetting even protocol, he rushed into the training arena like a madman, clutching a military tablet.
"Commander! Something huge has happened!"
The guard's voice rose even above the drilling of thousands of soldiers.
Zhao Mengsheng frowned and swept an icy gaze toward him.
Under that gaze, the guard jolted and stopped short, only then realizing how improperly he had behaved.
He hurriedly stood at attention and saluted, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably. "Reporting, Commander! You... you need to see this!"
Without a word, Zhao Mengsheng took the tablet from him.
Playing on the screen was the recording of Yue Xiaofei's judgment livestream on the streets of Eastern Japan-the one that had shocked the world.
The footage began at the moment the Old Witch was forced to her knees.
At first, a trace of puzzlement lingered on Zhao Mengsheng's stern, chiseled face.
But when he saw the Old Witch's face twisted with humiliation and