What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Shangjing Mansion, the official residence of the palace lord.

In the spacious conference room, a dozen or so high-ranking officials dressed in formal attire and martial arts uniforms sat around a long mahogany conference table.

Wei Peng sat in the first seat on the right.

He was wearing a stand-up collar formal suit that looked very much like a Zhongshan suit, with the top button fastened meticulously.

Her full head of silver hair was neatly combed, and she held a pure steel pen in her hand, her head down, making notes in the notebook in front of her.

He sat there quietly, refined and scholarly, exuding an air of intellectual elegance, looking like an old professor conducting research in a university lecture hall.

The topic of the meeting was the formation of a "demon hunter team".

This is a special operations formation targeting alien races on the battlefields of the heavens.

Composed of six to eight elite martial artists, they abandon the cumbersome nature of large-scale battles and pursue the ultimate single-point breakthrough.

A young officer in a crisp military uniform stood up.

He opened the paper report in his hand, looked at Wei Peng, and his expression was respectful.

"Mr. Wei, I have some questions about the concept of the Demon Hunter Squad."

After receiving Wei Peng's approval, he continued.

"The advantages of this model are obvious. The squads are small and highly mobile."

"Six to eight elites working together can act like a sharp knife, directly tearing through the alien race's defenses to gather intelligence or deliver top-down kills to higher-level alien races. This can greatly avoid the lengthy mobilization required for large-scale legion operations."

The officer changed the subject, his brows furrowing slightly.

"But the downsides are equally fatal."

"The alien races on the battlefield are numerous. Once such elite squads are surrounded, they lack follow-up support and the ability to sustain combat. They are extremely vulnerable to being worn down by the alien races."

"At the same time, since the teleportation array can only cover the outer area, and the advanced alien races often operate deep in the battlefield, the mobility of this squad is not as good as expected."

He lowered his head, glanced at the documents in his hand, and continued.

"More than ten years ago, Captain Wei Dianyuan of our Shangjing Prefecture Guard tried to form such a team to penetrate deep into the B-level area. But..."

"Ahem!"

A middle-aged general sitting next to him coughed twice.

He kicked the young officer in the shin under the table.

The young officer was taken aback. He glanced down at the middle-aged general's frantic winking and suddenly realized something.

The conference room was completely silent; even the sound of everyone breathing was forcibly suppressed.

Wei Peng stopped writing with his pen.

He didn't look up; his gaze remained fixed on the unfinished half-line of text in the notebook.

His chest rose and fell slightly.

Wei Dianyuan.

He is his biological son, Wei Xiaoran's father.

More than ten years ago, Wei Xiaoran was less than a year old when he was born.

Wei Dianyuan led his newly formed first demon-hunting team, along with his wife, who was also a team member, and plunged into the depths of the battlefield of the heavens.

All eight members of the squad were killed in action.

They couldn't even retrieve a complete skeleton.

This type of demon-hunting team was originally conceived by Wei Dianyuan.

It was precisely because of this failure that the proposal to form a demon-hunting team was shelved for more than a decade.

In silence.

"Bang!"

The two heavy mahogany doors of the conference room were suddenly kicked open from the outside.

A deacon responsible for intelligence liaison stumbled in.

He was covered in sweat and panting heavily, and it took him several breaths before he could speak.

"Something's happened! Something's happened at the Youth Martial Arts Tournament!"

The eyes of more than a dozen senior executives in the conference room all turned to him.

"The competition venue, Grade B area, has been ambushed by a large-scale alien attack!"

"The Mirage Clan has mobilized and sealed off Meteor Valley! Two hundred teachers in charge of the rescue operation are trapped inside!"

"Principal Yun Shixian has already gone there, but for some reason there's been no further news."

"The student group was annihilated by high-ranking alien races such as the Thorn Feather Clan, Bloodweb Spiders, and Fallen Knights."

"Among them, the life-saving jade token issued by the Federation to Cangyun Martial Arts Master... has become ineffective!"

"Bang bang bang".

The high-ranking officials present suddenly stood up, and a series of chairs fell over echoed throughout the room.

"How are the students doing now?!"

"The situation is unclear..."

"The surveillance arrays on many students have malfunctioned, resulting in lost footage."

"But one thing is certain: some students have already died at the hands of the alien race."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wei Peng, who was sitting at the head of the table.

"As of just now, Shangjing Martial Arts University is under siege by multiple alien races..."

"Wei Xiaoran from the Martial Arts University of Beijing used a secret technique to protect the others and help them escape danger."

After he finished speaking, all eyes turned to Wei Peng with extreme caution.

Wei Peng remained seated in his chair.

He reached out and slowly removed the silver-rimmed glasses from his nose, gently placing them on the table.

"Click."

An extremely faint cracking sound was heard.

The steel pen he held in his hand silently turned into a fine cloud of metal powder between his fingers.

The powder trickled down his fingers and onto the notebook.

"We'll stop here for today."

Wei Peng slowly stood up.

"I'll go there."

Immediately afterwards, he raised his right hand, his fingers like a knife, and slashed sharply at the air in front of him.

"Sizzle!"

The solid spatial barrier was like a tattered canvas, which he forcibly tore open, creating a huge black crack.

Wei Peng took a step forward, his body directly stepping into the spatial rift.

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Battlefield of the Heavens. Edge of Grade B area, Meteor Valley.

The sky was completely obscured by thick, black, leaden clouds, as if it were night.

Outside Meteor Valley, the enormous Phantom Moon Mirage, radiating silver light, hovered in mid-air.

It flapped its wings, continuously releasing large swaths of hallucinogenic mist, sealing off the entire Meteor Valley.

In the valley.

Sword energy crisscrossed, tearing through the mist.

Yun Shixian, wielding a long sword, was locked in a fierce battle with the beast's claw within the black hole.

The owner of the beast's claws did not even show up.

With just this one claw, he suppressed Yun Shixian, a powerful expert in the Dao Integration Realm, preventing him from escaping.

"Yun Shixian, stop struggling. All those human geniuses will die today."

A deep, cold, and eerie voice echoed from the abyss.

"hateful!"

Yun Shixian's face was grim, his tightly furrowed brows could have trapped a swarm of flies.

If this drags on any longer, all those students will perish on the battlefield.

Then he is a sinner against the entire human race!

Just then, outside the silver mist above Meteor Valley, space suddenly distorted.

Wei Peng came out.

He glanced around, said nothing, and simply raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide.

His withered palm flipped over and pressed down sharply.

"die."