Body Modification!

Many Councilors were watching their side, frowning deeply and clearly displeased by Jiang Zhe's Going Against the Heavens behavior.

Before they could challenge him, Jiang Zhe's next words made the room erupt.

"Gold robes? They're pretty nice. But wouldn't killing a Councilor be enough to earn one? I remember my grandfather and eldest uncle only put on these gold robes after killing a Councilor."

Jiang Lie and Jiang Chengbai looked at each other, as though they were discovering for the first time just how formidable they had been.

"Now that I've done it too, naturally I should wear a gold robe."

As he spoke, Jiang Zhe found the seat holding Li NanSheng's Metal Nameplate, picked it up and crushed it into a ball, then placed his own nameplate there.

This time, Jia Yi and Mr. Zhou were the ones staring wide-eyed.

Were you seriously not joking?

Hanxia only had so many Councilors, yet with a few words from you, one was simply gone.

Suddenly, someone cried out, "Look! Who's that Councilor? And that Psychic Master opposite him!"

At some point, a massive screen had appeared in the Conference Hall, playing footage of a battle.

A Councilor in heavy black armor VS a Psychic Master in brass armor!

The footage was less than a minute long and played on an endless loop.

The result of the fight left every Councilor and War God dumbfounded.

The former had his head pinned down and was brutally killed, his heart finally pierced by a sixteen-inch-long "awl."

The massive screen split in two.

The left side continued looping the battle footage, while the right displayed Li NanSheng's posthumous portrait.

"Li NanSheng?! Wasn't he tall and skinny, wearing dark green armor?"

"Hahaha! Why did he look so much like the Ice and Snow Emperor when he first appeared?"

"Guess that bastard went out to do some shady business, ran straight into the wrong person, and got wrecked."

Jiang Zhe glanced at the Hanxia Councilors beside him, who were eagerly devouring the gossip. Couldn't they see Jia Yi's eggplant-colored face?

The others snapped out of their shock and began discussing it as well.

"Was that Ister?"

"Doesn't look like him. That person can control fifteen flying daggers—he's even more terrifying than Ister!"

"Everyone, that Psychic Master... seems to be only War God Level?"

"What about the Black God Set? Wasn't Li NanSheng wearing it? How could a sharp weapon pierce straight through his chest?"

"No, he was obviously wearing it. He used the Black God Set to complete his disguise!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Old Man and Jiang Chengbai looked at Jiang Zhe as though they had seen a ghost.

They recognized that "awl" all too well. They had personally removed it from the Eight Treasures Alligator Dragon Spear and handed it to Jiang Zhe as a trump card.

As for the spearhead on Jiang Zhe's back... it had been imitated with Pure Blue Gold.

Jiang Chengbai wanted to ask for the details, but Old Man grabbed him and shot him a Death Glare. Did he really intend to ask here? Did he expect an answer here?

"Silence!"

A low shout came from the podium, and the entire Conference Hall instantly fell silent, fully displaying the might of the Strongest on Earth.

Hong coldly explained the course of events.

"Li NanSheng coveted the Jiang Family's ancestral weapon. He bribed Zheng Bo, deputy chief dispatcher of the HR Alliance Hanxia Great Region flight system, and obtained Jiang Zhe's training location on the Australian Continent..."

"He deserved to die!"

"I once strictly forbade Councilors from attacking War Gods without cause, yet some of you have always harbored wishful thoughts. The two most typical examples kicked an iron plate and lost their lives one after another."

"The deaths of two Councilors are a major loss for Earthlings! But the losses they caused while alive were even greater... I hope everyone will take the tragedies of Randolph and Li NanSheng as warnings."

"We are not savages. With the monster threat that has never retreated, we are far from the time when we can rest easy. We need unity. Earth needs a stable order!"

"If anyone else dares disregard my rules and abuse their status to disrupt order, they will be directly sentenced to death!"

"Starting today, the War God Palace will establish a punitive institution, the Tribunal. Thunder God and I will serve as chief and deputy chief judges. Jiang Zhe and Ister, humanity's two strongest Psychic Masters, will serve as executioners."

"If any Councilor or War God dares commit crimes in the future, the Tribunal will kill them without mercy!"

The higher-ups of every nation were more than willing to cooperate with Hong in placing restrictions on Councilor Level powerhouses.

During the subsequent negotiations, three more executioners were added to the Tribunal, belonging to America, the Soviet Union, and India respectively.

It was balance, and it was also a form of order.

After the meeting, Jiang Zhe briefed his grandfather, Old Man, and the others on his recent situation before leaving the War God Palace.

He had only just taken off the Mind Sensor helmet.

"Councilor Jiang, the Hall Master has asked me to relay something to you."

A cold voice from an intelligent program came through the speaker hanging in the corner of the meditation room's ceiling.

"Mm, go ahead."

"First, the Hall Master has prepared a King-Class Warplane for you. It can take you anywhere on Earth. You only need to communicate your destination directly to the intelligent program aboard it. After delivering you there, the warplane will automatically return."

Jiang Zhe clicked his tongue inwardly.

He had almost thought Hong was rich enough to give him an aircraft to play with.

"Additionally, the Hall Master has prepared a small surprise for you inside the cabin."

"Lastly, the Hall Master wishes for you to advance to Planetary Level as soon as possible and compile Earth's first Ultimate Secret Manual."

Jiang Zhe shook his head with a laugh. So this was what Hong had been waiting for.

"Thank you for relaying that."

"Have a pleasant journey, Councilor Jiang. Goodbye!"

At the entrance to the mysterious giant spaceship-like structure at the Limit Martial Hall global headquarters, Jiang Zhe walked out accompanied by a black man in a red robe.

He headed to the open tarmac and boarded a pitch-black triangular fighter.

Whoosh!

The cabin door closed. Lights lit up across numerous components inside, and an electronic voice sounded. "Councilor Jiang, it is my pleasure to serve you—"

The electronic voice abruptly cut off.

Jiang Zhe was not surprised. He settled into a luxurious seat. "Anna, is everything done?"

"Master, I have taken over the warplane's intelligent program and fabricated false service records for it. We can take off at any time."

"Not yet. Where's the surprise Hong prepared for me?"

"Master, please wait."

The floor of the cabin opened, and a silver metal case slowly rose from within. Once it had fully emerged, the opening beneath it closed again.

"Anna, what's inside?"

"This is Master's surprise. Anna would not dare overstep her authority."

"You learn fast. You can even use idioms now."

Jiang Zhe teased her, pressed his thumb against the lock, and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Click!

The lid sprang open. Jiang Zhe saw the silver-gray shuttle-shaped object inside, and his expression shifted slightly.

It was strip-shaped, pointed at both ends and slightly thicker in the middle. It was relatively thin overall, thirty-two inches long and nearly eleven inches wide at its widest point, its entire surface covered in dense patterns.

To be honest, Jiang Zhe had wanted the Sky-Escaping Shuttle, but he had never insisted on it. Who would have thought Hong would be so generous as to give it to him on his own initiative?

He used Psychic Power to lift the Sky-Escaping Shuttle from the case and set it beside him.

Oriana said in their mental connection, surprised, "Master, this is a Third-Rank Psychic Weapon. I saw it in the shallow memories of that Intelligent Life Form. You do not seem very satisfied?"

"I am satisfied. Very satisfied. I'll use it for now," Jiang Zhe answered vaguely.

In truth, he felt that the Sky-Escaping Shuttle carried too strong an imprint of Luo Feng. Holding it made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. He should still go find Barabata and ask for the Arc Blade Disc.

"Anna, take off."

The warplane started up.

Oriana asked, "Master, are we heading straight there?"

"It has been a little restless these past few hours. It wants to make a major disturbance, expose that mist-shrouded island, and draw you over."

Jiang Zhe's mouth twitched. "It knows about me now?"

"Yes. It began watching you very early. After you entered the War God Palace, it decided on you. It also witnessed your earlier performance on the Australian Continent and was overjoyed."

"Hey, what about you?"

"It truly considers me an Affiliated Metallic Life Form, so it did not pay much attention to me."

"Is there a way to stop it? I don't want Wudao exposed to Earthlings."

"Master, it is monitoring us right now. It knows we are heading to the Australian Continent again, so it has already stopped."

Then Oriana reminded him, "Master, the preset route has shifted. It is taking us directly toward Wudao."

"Fine, let it be. I'm going to cultivate for a while."

With that, Jiang Zhe closed his eyes and leaned back, curling into the sofa as he sensed the Banner Mark between his brows.

He had just received a major windfall. Should he continue cultivating the Life Blueprint?

No. He wanted to try the Conqueror Talent Technique.

Would the modification to his body truly be as he had guessed, directly enhancing his body amplification?

Following the requirements of the Innate Arcane Technique, he refined the Essence of Source within the Banner Mark. After nine consecutive cycles, the scattered points of light turned into wisps of lingering mist.

The instant the mist appeared, Jiang Zhe knew the time had come.

The Blood-Red Banner Mark flashed red, and the banner seemed to tremble.

The mist poured from the mark like a trickling stream, quickly winding around and covering every part of Jiang Zhe's body.

Then, the mist condensed into one secret pattern after another, passed through his Combat Suit, and burrowed into Jiang Zhe's skin.

"Ah... it hurts a little, but it's even itchier."

After that brief complaint, Jiang Zhe steadied his mind and focused on guiding the Conqueror Talent Technique.