Behind him, several parliament members also let out a sigh of relief. In their view, as long as Chen Xinjie made a move, there was no problem that could not be solved. That Body Douluo, no matter how strong, could he possibly be stronger than the Vast Sea Douluo?
On the square, Mu Ye's expression turned solemn for the first time.
He looked at the grey-templed man before him and felt an unprecedented threat. That feeling was like facing a sleeping dragon; although it did not open its eyes, that faint dragon might was already enough to make one suffocate.
Very strong, Mu Ye silently evaluated in his heart, at least a quasi-god-level powerhouse, or perhaps even stronger.
Chen Xinjie was sizing him up as well. After a moment, he suddenly spoke, his voice calm, "You are from the Body Sect."
Mu Ye started slightly, then calmly admitted, "That's right."
Chen Xinjie nodded, his tone remaining indifferent, "No wonder your Blood Essence is so vigorous. The Body Sect's techniques truly have their unique aspects."
He paused, then added, "However, you are no match for me. If you diligently cultivated Battle Armor and didn't take the mecha path, perhaps you would still have a chance to contend with me. But now... forget it."
His tone was very plain, devoid of mockery or disdain, simply stating a fact. Yet it was precisely this plainness that made one feel an even greater, intangible pressure.
Mu Ye did not refute. He knew that Chen Xinjie was speaking the truth. Although he was a Limit Douluo, facing this quasi-god-level War God Temple master, he truly did not have much chance of winning.
Just at that moment, several figures suddenly flashed in from afar and landed on the square.
"Then what about with us added!"
A rough voice rang out. Following the sound, the crowd saw three figures standing side by side, their momentum startling.
The person in the middle was stalwart and rough-featured, a head of disheveled hair standing up like steel needles, radiating a scorching aura of iron blood.
It was none other than Zhen Hua the Divine Craftsman, the entire continent's only Divine Craftsman, a Level 9 Blacksmith.
The person on the left was dressed in red with a stern face, faint red Soul Power swirling around his body like a burning flame. It was the Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi, Sea God Pavilion Elder of Shrek Academy.
The person on the right was a woman wearing the Spirit Pagoda's white uniform, her fiery red hair fluttering, a coercive aura carrying an unangered authority between her brows.
It was none other than the Spirit Pagoda Vice Pagoda Master Leng Yaozhu, a Level 98 Super Douluo.
The three of them stood side by side, their momentum startling. The atmosphere in the square instantly turned tense with swords drawn.
The moment Leng Yaozhu and the other two made their entrance, the square completely exploded.
"That's Zhen Hua the Divine Craftsman! The entire continent's only Divine Craftsman!"
"Red Dragon Douluo Zhuo Shi! Shrek Academy Sea God Pavilion Elder!"
"Spirit Pagoda Vice Pagoda Master Leng Yaozhu! Level 98 Super Douluo!"
"My god... How did these three arrive together?"
"What did they just say? Disciples? Whose disciples are they?"
The onlookers discussed animatedly, their voices filled with disbelief. Normally, any single one of these big figures appearing could cause a sensation, yet today three of them had come all at once, and they were obviously targeting the Federation.
The reporters frantically pressed the shutters of their Soul Guidance Cameras, dying to record every single moment.
Inside the Federation headquarters building, the Chairman's complexion had turned extremely ugly.
He stood by the window, watching those figures on the square, his fingers trembling slightly, "Zhen Hua... Zhuo Shi... Leng Yaozhu... Why have they all come?"
"Chairman sir," an assemblyman said with a dry voice, "These few... are all top powerhouses of the continent. Since they've come in unison, I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what?" The Chairman turned his head abruptly, "Could it be that they really dare to go to war with the Federation?"
Despite saying those words, his voice clearly lacked conviction. A Limit Douluo-tier Mu Ye was already enough of a headache, and now three more Limit Douluo-tier powerhouses had arrived, among whom was even a Divine Craftsman.
This lineup was enough to give any faction a headache.
On the other side, inside the Federation branch interrogation room, Lieutenant General Li Tian also received the message. His hand holding the Soul Guidance Communicator was shaking, his face as pale as paper.
"Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua... Red Dragon Douluo... Spirit Pagoda Vice Pagoda Master..." He muttered to himself, "They... are they all here for that child?"
He recalled Tang Wulin's warning.
At the time, he had simply taken it as a child talking big. Now it seemed the one who regretted it was him.
On the square, Chen Xinjie's gaze swept across Zhen Hua, Zhuo Shi, and Leng Yaozhu one by one, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter. He knew these three people; one could even say they were all old acquaintances.
Zhen Hua was the continent's only Divine Craftsman, and the Four-Word Battle Armor on his own body came from Zhen Hua's hands.
Zhuo Shi was a veteran elder of Shrek Academy, and Leng Yaozhu was an even more powerful figure in the Spirit Pagoda with a revered status.
With these three arriving together and standing in opposition to him, even he had to treat them with caution.
"You are forcing the Federation," Chen Xinjie's voice sank, "Do you want to go to war with the Federation?"
Zhen Hua grinned broadly, "Palace Master Chen, that's putting it too heavily. We're not here to fight, just to demand an explanation. The Federation seized my disciple for no reason, so as his teacher, I naturally have to come and take a look, right?"
"Your disciple?" Chen Xinjie frowned, "Since when did you take a disciple?"
"Just recently." Zhen Hua chuckled, "He has decent talent, so I took him on when I spotted him. He's a seedling for a future Divine Craftsman, yet before long he was snatched away by your Federation. Look at the mess this has caused."
Zhuo Shi let out a cold snort, "A student of Shrek Academy was seized indiscriminately by the Federation; as his teacher, I must also come and ask for clarification."
"Release my disciple immediately, or we will die together and smash the jade to pieces."
Leng Yaozhu said coldly.
Chen Xinjie fell silent. He looked at the three top powerhouses of the continent before him, then glanced at Mu Ye in his chef's uniform in the distance, rapidly calculating in his heart.
If it were only Mu Ye alone, he was confident he could take him down. But with the addition of Zhen Hua, Zhuo Shi, and Leng Yaozhu, the situation became complicated.
Especially Zhen Hua-although his combat power was inferior to his own, his status as a Divine Craftsman was right there, and goodness knows how many powerhouses on the continent owed him favors. If they really fought, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yet what kind of person was Chen Xinjie? War God Temple Master, Vast Sea Douluo, quasi-god-level powerhouse. When in his life had he ever backed down?
"If it comes to war, based on just the few of you," Chen Xinjie's voice grew cold,
"That is not enough."
His tone was very calm, yet carried an unquestionable dominance. He stood there like an uncrossable high mountain, letting the wind blow and the rain beat, standing firm and unmoving.
Zhen Hua's smile faded slightly. Zhuo Shi's brows furrowed as well. Leng Yaozhu's gaze flickered slightly. They all knew that Chen Xinjie was speaking the truth.
This Vast Sea Douluo was renowned as one of the top two combat powerhouses on the continent; even if the four of them joined forces, they likely would not gain any advantage.
Just at that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Then what if... I am added?"
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered the ears of everyone present. Following the sound, the crowd saw a figure slowly emerge from the crowd.
It was a young man who looked barely over twenty, with an extremely handsome face, sword-like brows, star-like eyes, and an ethereal temperament. He wore a white robe, his sleeves fluttering as if he had stepped right out of a painting.
And most eye-catching of all was the woman beside him. A cascade of green hair fell like a waterfall, her face breathtakingly beautiful and her temperament gentle, resembling an immortal descended to earth.
"That's... Sea God Pavilion Master, Yun Ming!"
"The one beside him... is his wife, Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li!"
"My god... The Sea God Pavilion Master has personally come!"
"This is the number one person on the continent!"
The square exploded once again. If the previous appearance of Zhen Hua and the other three had been shocking, then Yun Ming's appearance was simply driving people crazy.
Sea God Pavilion Master, the continent's number one person-this title was certainly not for show. Standing there, he made the entire world seem to lose its color.
ps: Tang Wulin is going to play in high-tier matches; this is the first step into the upper echelons' view without feeling too abrupt.
I really am not padding word count!
There's no way I could just time-skip six years ahead... The previous house-playing was too low-tier, and Tang Wulin's setup deserves high-tier matches.
Before you continue