Ten thousand meters in the sky, tattered clouds scattered as fierce winds howled without cease.
Chen Xinjie was drenched in blood. His Vast Sea Universe Four-Character Battle Armor was covered in spiderweb cracks, and several plates had already shattered and fallen away.
The blow of Unyielding World Suppression had struck him savagely just moments before. The Soul Power within him had nearly scattered, and the injury to his chest had almost shattered all his internal organs. The Sea God Helmet hung askew on his shoulder. The Vast Sea Douluo who had once held the four seas in awe was now barely breathing.
Qian Gu Fenfeng gripped the Coiling Dragon Staff. Crimson flames leaped fiercely across his Coiling Dragon Burning Sky Battle Armor, while the dark-gold staff trembled faintly, a coiling dragon's phantom flowing along its length.
He advanced slowly, not a trace of unnecessary emotion in his eyes. Raising the Coiling Dragon Staff high, he aimed its tip at Chen Xinjie, who was powerless to defend himself. The power of the eighth form, Unyielding World Suppression, gathered on the staff once more, its crushing pressure sealing off every avenue of escape available to Chen Xinjie.
The staff crashed down with tremendous force, its crimson-and-dark-gold shadow tearing through the sky.
The shadow of death instantly shrouded Chen Xinjie. As he watched the staff's shadow descend upon his head, a trace of melancholy flickered in his eyes. He no longer had the strength to resist this final blow.
Boom!
The sound was not loud, yet it rang like a thunderclap through the high sky. Invisible ripples of Soul Power abruptly spread outward.
The only chance of survival in Chen Xinjie's eyes vanished before him, and profound sorrow welled up in his gaze.
Head of the Sea God Family, commander of the Sea God Legion, Vast Sea Douluo, master of the War God Temple-Chen Xinjie was dead.
High in the sky, the lingering force reverberated for a long time, sweeping away every scrap of cloud. A legend who had guarded the four seas had fallen just like that. Qian Gu Fenfeng stood in the open sky, holding the faintly trembling Coiling Dragon Staff, flames burning quietly around him.
On the top floor of the Federal Parliament.
"Chen... Chen Xinjie... is dead?"
Yu Guanzhi stiffened for a moment, sweat soaking his back.
Yue Zhengen and Dong Zi'an released their oppressive auras and looked around, their threat self-evident.
The legion commanders all kept their heads lowered, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Qian Gu Fenfeng slowly descended from the sky and pushed open the conference room doors, the lingering might of his battle not yet fully withdrawn.
"Tap... tap... tap..."
Every step Qian Gu Fenfeng took struck the legion commanders like an alarm bell tolling over their heads. He slowly approached the head seat, sat down, and surveyed everyone present.
"I do not understand how the former commander of the Sea God Legion could hold the Federation's orders in such contempt, openly challenge the authority of the Sun Moon Federation, and obstruct its development. I have reason to suspect that he was an undercover agent for another nation!"
"Urgent circumstances demand strict measures. As Councilor, I must answer to the entire Federation. Even if there is only the slightest sign, I must strangle it in the cradle."
"Thus, I executed Chen Xinjie on the spot."
"However, I fear that foreign terrorist forces may rise again from the ashes. We must tear them out by the roots."
"I propose that the Sea God Family be struck from the Federation's rolls!"
"Of everyone seated here, who supports this, and who opposes it?"
Silence fell over the conference room for a moment before Yu Guanzhi said pensively, "I agree!"
The other legion commanders scrambled to speak.
"Councilor, having you is truly a blessing for Sun Moon and for the continent!"
"Such a malignant tumor should have been cut out long ago!"
At this, Qian Gu Fenfeng smiled faintly. "Good! Everyone, wait for the good news tomorrow morning. As Councilor, I am the people's servant. Whatever task the people entrust to me, I will devote ten times, a hundred times the effort!"
After this night:
All authority to deploy regional legions and maintain private troops reverted to the Federation's military command;
The great clans and powerful houses were forbidden from privately commanding large forces;
The legion commanders bore only the responsibility of garrison duty, with no further right to carve out independent domains.
Outside Galaxy Hall, the evening wind suddenly rose, sending the curtains billowing.
Truly, it was:
-Before mountain rain, wind filled the tower; one cup of clear wine stripped the lords of power.
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