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boom!

The giant's arms collided violently with the old dragon king's tail, and the resulting shockwave lowered the sea level by three feet within a ten-mile radius.

Taking advantage of this rare respite, Feng Qingyang swallowed several healing pills in one go. The divine sword dharma image behind him, which was on the verge of shattering, flickered with light, temporarily stabilizing the ever-expanding cracks. He then turned around to face the silver dragon Ao Yue.

But soon, the black dragon Ao Li, who had been sent flying, adjusted his posture and returned to the battlefield with even more ferocious rage, joining forces with Ao Yuan to attack Lu Chenzhou.

Two against three.

The battle remains hanging by a thread.

Lu Chenzhou's golden body Dharma form began to show fine damage under the repeated attacks of the two giant dragons. After all, he was only at the mid-stage of the sixth rank, and he was already struggling to cope with a dragon at the peak of the sixth rank and an early stage of the sixth rank.

As for Feng Qingyang, with each swing of his sword and each collision with the dragon's breath, the cracks in the iron sword in his hand inevitably deepened.

He's about to collapse.

Just then, Feng Qingyang's communicator vibrated violently, and a top-level emergency message from the Imperial Capital Demon Slaying Command popped out in blood-red font.

"Urgent military situation: The Tier 6 reinforcements dispatched by the eight major base cities have all encountered a large-scale beast tide and Tier 6 demons on their way, and are unable to reach the Demon Capital on time. Please... hold your ground and await reinforcements."

Lu Chenzhou caught a glimpse of the message out of the corner of his eye, and his square face instantly turned ashen.

Hold out and wait for reinforcements?

If reinforcements can't even come, what's the point of waiting for them?

These four words were tantamount to a death sentence for them.

However, after seeing this message, Feng Qingyang's expression calmed down.

All the anxiety, all the anger, all the resentment, at this moment, settled into a near-deathly stillness of resolute determination.

He took a deep breath, and with a flick of his wrist, the azure token representing the highest authority of the Shanghai General appeared in his palm.

With his last ounce of divine sense, he sent a message to the token.

The message was not sent to the heavily guarded Demon Slaying Command in the capital, nor to any of the war-torn fronts.

Instead, it was an inconspicuous small city thousands of miles away.

Ning City.

The message was as simple as it could be.

There are only five characters.

"Old Li, help!"

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Ning City, No. 1 Middle School, Principal's Office.

The afternoon sun was rather lazy, casting dappled shadows on the polished wooden floor through the old blinds.

Fine dust particles floated in the air, along with a faint smell of chalk dust.

On the desk, an old-fashioned military green thermos with peeling paint was steaming, with a few red goji berries floating on the surface.

Li Changqing leaned back in the creaking rattan chair, his eyes closed, looking as serene as any ordinary high school principal enjoying an afternoon nap.

Outside the window, the shouts of students playing ball came from the playground; the youthful exuberance and the tranquility here created a wonderful harmony.

Everything was as calm as an ancient well without ripples.

hum.

The slight vibration of the bracelet broke the tranquility.

Li Changqing slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were originally a little sleepy in the afternoon, but all the languor disappeared the moment he saw the content on the screen.

On the screen, there were only five simple words.

"Old Li, help!"

In addition, there is a real-time photo of the East China Sea coast, showing a three-headed dragon and countless sea monsters under a dark cloud.

Sender: Feng Qingyang

The air in the office seemed to have been sucked out at that moment.

The dappled light and shadow froze, the floating dust settled, and the noise outside the window seemed to be shut out by an invisible wall.

Li Changqing's eyes underwent three dramatic changes in just one second.

From languid to sharp.

From sharpness to a chilling killing intent that had been dormant for a century and was almost forgotten by himself.

He slowly stood up.

The rattan chair silently turned to dust behind him.

As he stood up, an incredibly terrifying aura began to rise steadily from his seemingly ordinary body!

Whoosh—!

The thermos on the table couldn't even withstand the aftershocks of this force; with a crisp sound, it was shattered by the invisible force.

The scalding hot tea and goji berries spilled all over the table, the steam rising, but it was instantly frozen by an invisible chill.

boom!

A terrifying aura, far exceeding any time in the past century, and even far surpassing the one he had when he left Shanghai, suddenly erupted from Li Changqing's body!

That wasn't a sixth-order rank, nor was it the residual power from back then.

It was a more solid, purer, and more domineering aura, carrying a sense of rebirth from the ashes and the destruction from the beginning!

Peak of the sixth rank!

They are only one step away from the legendary seventh rank!

A hundred years ago, he was forced to leave the Demon City, his martial spirit foundation was damaged, his cultivation level dropped, and he seemed to be disheartened and sink into despair.

But no one knew that this former Lei Jun had not become despondent.

He simply changed his path, to a more difficult and lonely one.

The wounds on his martial spirit are both his shackles and his whetstone.

Over the years, he has tempered his heart in the mortal world and comprehended the Tao in the ordinary. Even though his martial spirit has not been fully repaired, he has managed to push his realm to such an unbelievable height through his own understanding of the "Tao".

Once the martial soul is fully restored, what unparalleled brilliance will this former Thunder Lord unleash?

Nobody knows.

"Ao Yuan..."

Li Changqing uttered the name in a low voice, but the sound resonated so strongly that the glass windows of the entire office hummed under the strain.

He glanced out the window.

On the playground, a boy dribbled the basketball in frustration after missing a shot.

In the distance, in the corridor of the teaching building, several girls were huddled together, chattering about something.

He has witnessed countless afternoons like this here.

Calm, peaceful, filled with trivial worries and simple joys.

And now, someone wants to destroy all of this.

Li Changqing picked up the landline on the table and dialed an internal number.

The call was quickly answered, and the head of student affairs' somewhat obsequious voice came through: "Principal Li, what are your instructions?"

"Old Wang," Li Changqing said calmly, "I have some personal business to attend to and need to go on a long trip. I'll be leaving the school matters to you for now."

"Huh? A long trip? Principal, how long will that... take?"

"It could be as quick as a day, or as slow as..." Li Changqing paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through the barriers of time and space, looking towards the distant East, "...a lifetime."

He hung up the phone before the other party could ask any more questions.

next moment.

His figure disappeared from the spot.

It's not teleportation, it's not flying.

Instead, his entire being, along with the space around him, transformed into an extremely subtle purple arc of electricity, silently piercing through the walls and the sky.

A streak of purple lightning flashed across the sky above Ning City.

Wherever the lightning struck, a long crack was torn open in the sky, which took a long time to heal.

One minute later.

In the Great Xia Kingdom, there is a secret military base hidden a thousand meters underground.

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the command center.

"Report! Unidentified high-energy reaction detected! It is crossing our airspace from south to east at a speed exceeding Mach 20!"

"Target trajectory...straight, without any deviation! Target...Shanghai!"

An elderly general with white hair stared intently at the glaring trajectory line on the screen, his cloudy eyes flashing with an unprecedented brilliance.

With trembling hands, he picked up the red secure phone on the table.

"Receive...receive the Imperial Capital Demon Slaying Command, the highest level."

Tell them...

The old general took a deep breath and said, word by word.

"Lei Jun, return to your position."