Gu Xichen shot Mo He a sidelong glance, then unhurriedly retrieved several blood bags from his Xiao Qian Kun. He tore strips from his own clothing and drenched himself in the blood, sneering, “They’re here for the Chairman, what business is it of ours? Tsk, a tall tree catches the wind. We’re just minor players; self-preservation is the wisest course!” Mo He stared blankly, vigorously scratching his head. “But, Boss, aren’t these people…” “Shhh!” Gu Xichen raised an index finger to silence Mo He, then gleefully doused him with a whole bag of blood. “Less chatter. The assassins here aren’t just one group… Hmm, let’s check carefully, including the wounds,” wait and see how I handle this.” Ban Ruo smiled, and Mo He, though momentarily stunned, both accepted blood bags and meticulously smeared themselves until they were completely soaked.

Furious, Du Lang charged straight toward a main battle tank. He raised his right hand high, swept his palm forward, unleashing a crescent-shaped blade energy dozens of meters long, which sliced fiercely into the tank. With a Chī lā sound, the specialized alloy armor, nearly a meter thick and built to withstand calamities, was easily cleaved into two halves. The tank rushed forward ten meters before suddenly splitting apart sideways. The three crew members inside stared dumbly at the suddenly open view before them, screaming in terror.

Three silver giant shuttles swooped down, their massive paws slamming hard onto the three terrified, unlucky souls, knocking them unconscious.

Two streams of tangible, emerald-green gales shot out from between Du Lang’s brows. Six main battle tanks disintegrated into dust amid terrifying shattering sounds. The eighteen crew members screamed incoherently, struggling to flee, but they were quickly subdued by Du Lang’s escorts.

The tide of battle reversed rapidly. The attacking assassins were routed and scattered within three to five breaths. The remaining few main battle tanks executed a turn and fled toward the urban area.

But how could the enraged Du Lang let them escape? Several potent mental shockwaves blasted out, and the last tanks also crumbled into pieces.

“Is there anyone else? Show yourselves!” Having routed this initial wave of heavy armor, Du Lang raised both hands and roared angrily toward the sky!

This was simply unbearable! As the Federation’s sole Marshal, the supreme leader of the Federation Army, he was being attacked by assassins piloting standard Federation weaponry right inside the Federal Capital! No matter who was behind these assassins, this act was a direct slap to Du Lang’s face, followed by a heavy glob of spittle!

Du Lang raged and leaped about in the heavy rain. Having lived long, his temperament was increasingly spicy; this assassination attempt had truly infuriated him!

Suddenly, the waters of the Seine River churned, and four small submarines surfaced from the deep river.

The submarine hatches swung open, and accompanied by long wolf howls, nearly a hundred wolf-men covered in black and silver fur, along with over thirty Minotaurs with bull heads towering four meters high, grinned wickedly as they rushed out. These wolf-men and Minotaurs were all clad in thick alloy armor, wielding razor-sharp greatswords or double-headed battle-axes. With seemingly effortless leaps, they cleared the hundreds of meters across the river, surging toward Du Lang and his accompanying guards with cheers.

A Minotaur with a pair of blood-red horns crowning its head charged to the very front. The haft of the double-headed axe in its hand was as thick as a sea bowl, and the broad axe blade spanned over one and a half meters—truly like a door panel. As soon as it landed on the riverbank, it swung the slab-like axe forward with tremendous force, unleashing a blood-red arc of qi energy.

More than a dozen of Du Lang’s escorts groaned and were blasted away by the crimson energy wave. These fighters, each at least at the high-stage Jupiter level, had their arms instantly shattered. The crimson gale ripped through the muscle fibers of their arms, tore open the skin across their fronts, and ripped open their chests, exposing their internal organs.

Blood churned within the arc of energy, and a curved spray of gore shot out for hundreds of meters, leveling a large swath of forest along the riverbank.

With a single strike, all dozen-plus of Du Lang’s subordinates were killed.

The Blood-Horned Minotaur grinned excitedly, brandishing its great axe and roaring fiercely at the Xiantian fighter clutching the black briefcase: “The access codes for the Earth Federation’s ultimate defense system—snatch them!” Seeing his subordinates brutally slain, Du Lang, who had leaped into the air, felt his heart clench. He countered with a blast of protective qi and used the rebound force to propel himself toward the subordinate holding the black briefcase. Flying through the air, Du Lang turned his head and roared at the Minotaur, “Who are you people?” The Blood-Horned Minotaur sneered, let out a string of eerie laughter, and its massive body launched into the air. From dozens of meters away, it rained down dozens of blood-red arcs of qi energy upon Du Lang.

The raindrops within a radius of several hundred meters were blown away by a gale, and the air pulsed outwards in all directions. Amidst eerie howls, the crimson energy streaks rushed toward Du Lang. A blinding scarlet light enveloped the surroundings, and a scorching killing intent permeated everywhere. A tyrannical, murderous aura radiated from the Minotaur, pressing heavily on everyone’s hearts. Du Lang’s nearby escorts felt as if a Mount Tai had been placed upon their chests. They wanted to rise and protect Du Lang and their colleague holding the briefcase, but the Minotaur’s killing intent paralyzed them, slowing their movements down tenfold.

The howling wolf-men charged forward with their greatswords, moving several times faster than the heavy, cumbersome Minotaurs. In the blink of an eye, they reached Du Lang.

Nearly a hundred heavy greatswords whipped up arcs of pale, cold light in the rainy night, the piercing sword whistles agonizing to the eardrums.

Du Lang wretchedly raised both hands to meet the blood-red qi streaks crashing down upon him. The Blood-Horned Minotaur’s strength was astonishing. Du Lang, at the peak of the Mercury level—the limit of what Federation martial arts could achieve—still found his emerald-green protective qi shattered by dozens of crimson energy streams, sending him crashing heavily to the ground.

More than a dozen wolf-men roared with laughter and surrounded Du Lang, who was half-buried in the earth, wildly hacking and slashing at him with their heavy greatswords. Each blow carried the weight of ten thousand men. Even though Du Lang’s cultivation far surpassed that of these wolf-men, he was instantly overwhelmed, managing only defense with no chance to counterattack.

Blood arrows sprayed into the air. Du Lang’s dozens of escorts cried out and rushed forward, engaging the wolf-men in fierce combat. The greatswords held by the wolf-men were clearly forged from some strange alloy; they were incredibly sharp and possessed a unique property of shredding any internal Gang Qi. Du Lang’s escorts also carried close-combat weapons, but no matter whether they were long sabers or short swords, they were easily cleaved in two the moment they contacted the wolf-men’s greatswords, after which they were swallowed by an endless sea of sword light.

Then, the thirty-plus Minotaurs charged forward with dull roars, raising their gleaming great axes. They chopped down Du Lang’s escorts one by one as if reaping vegetables. The strength of these Minotaurs was shockingly immense; their physical power had exceeded the limits attainable by ordinary human flesh by over a hundredfold. Any casual strike carried hundreds of tons of brute force, and coupled with the dark qi swirling around them, every swing of their battle-axes possessed the power to shatter a small mountain. Combined with the unparalleled sharpness of their weapons, Du Lang’s escorts could only watch helplessly as the sharp axes tore through their fists and sank into their bodies, drawing forth torrents of savage blood.

Fifteen seconds. Du Lang’s escorts were completely annihilated in just fifteen seconds!

Du Lang shrieked in fury, his body flashing with blue light; he was about to summon his ultimate Jie Kui Lei (World Puppet) with full force.

The giant wolf that had already been summoned roared and charged, leaping toward the dozen or so wolf-men hacking at Du Lang.

The Blood-Horned Minotaur eagerly met the massive wolf. A faint bloody glow surfaced across its pitch-black skin, and a complex pattern of crimson lines shimmered faintly beneath the surface. A scorching yet chillingly unsettling aura erupted continuously from within its body. It brought down its axe ferociously against the giant wolf.

With just one axe blow, the giant wolf shattered into pieces.

Du Lang grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Blood-Horned Minotaur, wearing a ferocious smile, rushed toward the fighter holding the briefcase, roaring loudly: “The Earth Federation’s ultimate defense system codes—hand them over!”

With a long reach, the blood-hued Minotaur seized the fighter’s head and casually crushed it into a ball of pulp.

The fighter’s head had exploded into powder, yet with all his strength, he managed to throw the briefcase toward Du Lang. “Marshal…”

The fighter’s frantic cry abruptly cut off. The Blood-Horned Minotaur reached out with a laugh for the flying briefcase.

A finger coated in sticky gore firmly clasped the briefcase. Gu Xichen, his clothes tattered and his body covered in blood, rushed in from a distance, staggering and tumbling. He evaded the heavy sword strikes from three wolf-men, surging forward like a gale, snatching the briefcase just before the Minotaur could reach it.

Du Lang’s eyes suddenly lit up. He roared, “Guard that box! I’ll award you merits!”

Gu Xichen held the briefcase tightly and laughed heartily, “Once something is in my hands, no outsider is taking it away!” He waved his hand, pointing at the Blood-Horned Minotaur, and shouted, “Hey, you crude bull, do you still have your genitals?” The Blood-Horned Minotaur paused in surprise and asked, “Genitals? What are genitals?”

A streak of bloody light shot up from the ground. Peng Hua emerged silently from below and landed a heavy uppercut directly on the Blood-Horned Minotaur’s lower abdomen.

With two resounding Pa pa sounds, the Minotaur violently dropped its great axe, leaping two hundred meters into the air while clutching its crotch with both hands. Deafening, agonizing roars echoed across the area. The Minotaur’s cries were so vast that visible white shockwaves erupted from its mouth, causing the Seine River to surge several meters high.

“Namo Amitabha… Explode for me!”

While the Blood-Horned Minotaur was still howling mid-air, Ban Ruo and Mo He brothers soared up. Two bottle-shaped qi energies, tens of meters long, blasted remotely toward the Minotaur’s lower body. With two Peng peng air explosions, the powerful Minotaur’s lower body bled profusely. Clutching its groin with its left hand and its backside with its right, it let out a mournful cry and fled rapidly as a dark-red streak of light.

“Humans—shameless humans! You… just wait and see! Owww, this hurts so much!”

Ban Ruo and Mo He landed back on the ground. Peng Hua and Mo He exchanged a look and simultaneously cursed, “You are too shameless! Hitting him there!”

Gu Xichen merely smiled. He gently caressed the briefcase in his hand and spoke with refined elegance to the stunned Minotaurs and wolf-men, “Gentlemen, is the Pantheon planning to betray the Federation?”

The Minotaurs and wolf-men exchanged glances, remained silent, and turned to flee. Their speed was terrifyingly fast; they vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Du Lang climbed out of the ground in a sorry state and roared hoarsely, “If I find out who did this, I will personally execute them!” Gu Xichen casually tossed the briefcase to Du Lang and strode toward the driver of the Tian Zai Si Si-type tank who had been knocked out earlier.

With a rip of his right hand on the left shoulder of the sturdy driver, a dazzling viper tattoo was revealed to everyone’s eyes.

Du Lang shuddered and growled softly, “Alexander… you bastard!”

Gu Xichen sighed, dropped the man he was holding to the ground, and lightly clapped his hands.

“Lieutenant General Alexander, you truly are a despicable bastard… to try and kill me, you even dared to deploy heavy tanks! You are finished!”

The person being framed is always innocent, but who can prove their innocence?

Ah… that’s how it is!