Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

The Lord's Mansion of Ironwall City.

At this moment, the area was filled with martial gods and generals from the three cities and surrounding strongholds.

There were even two hundred martial gods who had escaped from the Great Xia City.

Four or five hundred martial gods crowded the originally spacious hall.

Further out are countless seventh and sixth-level experts and ordinary officers.

These people should have been the most elite warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty, but now they have become a leaderless mob.

They gathered together and argued, but couldn't come up with a unified solution for a long time.

"Has Dragon City sent anyone? Has they sent anyone?!" an elderly martial god with gray hair anxiously asked. "We've been waiting here for three days. Will Dragon City take us in or not?"

"Old Zhao, don't even think about it!" A martial god who had escaped from Daxia City interrupted him in a shrill voice, his face full of the fear and resentment of surviving a disaster.

"You have no idea how ruthless Ye Feng is in Dragon City! We were trying to reason with him at the City Lord's Mansion."

"He actually went straight for the kill! You know Wang Bufan, right? He's the younger brother of Clan Chief Wang Wudi!"

"All he wanted was his brother's spatial ring, and Ye Feng just blasted him into a cloud of blood mist!"

"And then there's Li the Dwarf, who hid two rings in his dantian. After Ye Feng found them, he crippled his cultivation, broke his limbs, and left him outside the city to fend for himself!"

"Those are all our compatriots! They are all powerful forces of the human race!"

His voice was shrill and loud, and coupled with his terrified expression, it immediately caused a huge uproar in the crowd.

The martial gods who were originally inclined to submit to Dragon City looked at each other, their eyes showing more hesitation.

Those generals who were already wary of Longcheng took the opportunity to fan the flames.

Their back-and-forth banter only made the situation more chaotic.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Listen to me!"

A burly man with a fierce face pushed through the crowd.

He jumped onto the grand chair in the center of the hall, a chair that was reserved for the city lord.

He was Zhang Pojun, the former deputy city lord of Ironwall City, with a cultivation level of half-step invincible.

He may not be the strongest among the three cities, but he is definitely number one in terms of ambition.

At this moment, as he looked around at the hundreds of hesitant martial gods in the hall, the desire that had been suppressed in his heart for many years finally swelled up completely.

"Ye Feng is ruthless and arrogant. He can kill Clan Chief Wang Wudi's younger brother today, and he can kill all of us tomorrow!"

"You expect someone like him to protect us? If he really comes, I, Zhao Pojun, will be lying if he doesn't rob us of everything we own!"

His voice was deep and loud, and when he got excited, he would spit out his words.

"But on the other hand, although Great Xia City is gone, and Lord Feng is no longer here, Great Xia City still has a lot of resources left."

"We have four or five hundred Martial Gods, tens of thousands of experts at all levels, and an army of two million! Wherever this force is deployed, wouldn't it be a formidable force of overlords?"

"We can do it all without relying on Dragon City! As long as everyone supports me as the city lord, I, Zhang Pojun, will succeed."

"What are you, Zhang Pojun?"

A voice suddenly came from above the lobby.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Everyone's eyes turned upwards.

"Hehehe."

First came a chilling burst of laughter that echoed through the air.

The laughter didn't come from any one person's mouth, but rather emanated simultaneously from all four walls of the entire hall.

It was as if countless mouths were screaming in unison from the wall.

Immediately, more than a dozen officers of lower rank in the lobby collapsed to the floor with a few thuds.

The rooftop was directly enveloped in a golden light.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand had gently pinched and then released it.

When people finally managed to open their eyes from the blinding light...

Four figures had already silently taken their place in the center of the hall.

The person at the very front was a middle-aged man.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a rugged face.

It was Cao Keyuan, the core member of the Jiangcheng team that Ye Feng relied on most.

The first batch of god-level powerhouses in Dragon City.

He didn't exert any pressure, he just stood there.

The killing intent condensed on the bloody battlefield silenced hundreds of martial gods.

Two equally powerful beings, each at the god-level, stood to his left and right.

Dong Sheng and Boss Zhao.

Although their divine auras were not as unfathomable as Cao Keyuan's, they were still genuine tenth-order divine beings.

The combined aura of the three deities made the air in the entire hall feel thick and sticky.

Every martial god present felt their blood and qi circulation become sluggish.

It's just like having altitude sickness on a plateau.

And directly above the three of them.

A brilliant golden glow spread across the entire rooftop, and within the glow, a giant chain composed of countless divine runes could be vaguely seen.

The chains were slowly turning, locking the entire hall tightly.

That was the Great Xia Avenue.

The Great Road that once protected the Great Xia City for thousands of years.

He is now a completely god-like being.

Zhang Pojun stood on the armchair, completely frozen.

He opened his mouth, but the high-sounding words stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

God-level!

Three living, breathing god-level powerhouses stood less than ten steps away from him.

There was also an even more terrifying divine-level Dao body hanging above their heads.

This was a hundred times worse than he had imagined.

Cao Keyuan did not give him time to continue speaking.

His gaze swept across Zhang Pojun's face, and finally around the room full of speechless martial gods.

"snort!!!"

He snorted heavily.

That cold snort carried the unique power of a god-level expert, causing dust to fall from the beams of the main hall.

"A bunch of ungrateful scoundrels! Although the Great Xia City is gone, the human race is not extinct! Your compatriots in Dragon City are working overtime to build city defenses, without sleep or rest."

"So that when the next alien invasion comes, humanity will have a wall to hold back the enemy! What are you doing? Staying here plotting how to become your own local tyrants! Have you no shame?!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it contained a god-like aura.

Several martial gods who had joined in the commotion instinctively shrank back.

Many others lowered their heads quietly, not daring to meet Cao Keyuan's gaze.

But Zhang Pojun was clearly unwilling to give up.

He gritted his teeth, jumped off the armchair, and took two steps forward with his neck stiff.

He shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "My lord! You speak so kindly! We do wish to submit to Dragon City."

"But how did Ye Feng from Dragon City treat our compatriots? Wang Bufan! Wang Wudi's younger brother! All he wanted was to retrieve his brother's belongings, and Ye Feng turned him into a cloud of blood mist!"

"And then there's Li the Dwarf, a master at the mid-stage of the Martial God realm. He was crippled just like that, his limbs broken and thrown outside the city."

"How can we willingly submit to such a tyrant!"

The martial gods behind him immediately joined in the commotion, their chatter growing louder and louder.