Inside the Huahai Survivor Enclave established by the Myriad Beasts Order, the leadership led by Thomas Feng was holding a meeting to discuss the plan to wipe out the Yanhuang Survivor Base in one decisive move.
Wind Hall Master Thomas Feng sat at the head of the table, with Elder Tam of the Elders’ Council beside him.
"If anyone has a clever strategy, feel free to share it!" Thomas Feng said calmly, clearly confident about the upcoming battle.
Deputy Hall Master Leon Lyons spoke up loudly: "That Yanhuang Survivor Base only has three Transforming-Gang experts. If we take out their top fighters, the rest are nothing but a rabble. I suggest that our Elders’ Council masters personally strike during the battle to kill Ian Song in one blow! With their leader gone, Yanhuang will fall apart and the city will be ours!"
Thomas Feng nodded and turned to Elder Tam: "Elder Tam, what do you think?"
Elder Tam was already in his eighties, but thanks to his advanced cultivation, he looked no older than sixty.
"Leave the matter of killing that brat Ian Song to me!" Elder Tam declared.
"Excellent! With Elder Tam’s promise, our Myriad Beasts Order is certain to win this battle!" Thomas Feng applauded.
Just then, a guard came to report that Ian Song, leader of the Yanhuang Survivor Base, had sent a letter.
"Bring it in!"
Hearing this, Thomas Feng was a bit surprised. Could Ian Song have realized we're about to attack and sent a letter to negotiate for peace?
"Hall Master, wait! Be careful, it might be a trap!" Seeing Thomas Feng about to take the letter, Leon Lyons quickly called out.
"No worries!" Thomas Feng gave Leon Lyons an approving look, then enveloped his hand in gang‑qi, took the letter, and opened it. He saw a line of flowing script: "Thomas Feng, tomorrow at nine a.m., Silver Plaza—fight to the death. Do you dare?"
Ian Song really does have some guts—he actually challenged us first!
As he spoke, Thomas Feng handed the letter to the others to pass around.
"Hall Master, Ian Song is truly foolish. If he'd just stayed hidden in the survivor base, it would be much harder for us to break through those walls and we'd suffer more casualties. Now he's challenging us in the open—he's basically handing us a huge advantage!" Leon Lyons laughed.
Exactly! That kid is as dumb as they come!" Another person who had read the letter laughed as well.
Ahem!
With a light cough from Thomas Feng, everyone immediately fell silent.
Thomas Feng continued, "In this battle, we may have the advantage of timing, terrain, and unity, but we must not get careless." As he said this, his gaze landed on Leon Lyons. "Deputy Hall Master Leon, are the mutant leopard packs still under control?"
"All is well, Hall Master!"
Thomas Feng nodded. "When the battle starts tomorrow, have the mutant leopards charge first. A thousand mutant leopards will throw their formation into chaos—once they're in disarray, we can strike and wipe them out!"
As he spoke, Thomas Feng's gaze grew cold. "We'll take the chance to annihilate the Yanhuang Survivor Base in one stroke!"
"Brilliant, Hall Master!"
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The day passed in a flash.
At nine o'clock in the morning, both sides lined up in front of Silver Plaza.
On one side stood Ian Song leading 12,000 Yanhuang Survivor Base fighters; on the other, Thomas Feng, Wind Hall Master of the Myriad Beasts Order, commanded 18,000 new‑style warriors from the Huahai Survivor Enclave.
Altogether, nearly thirty thousand people faced off. From above, it was a sea of black‑haired heads.
"Ian Song, come out and talk!"
Thomas Feng strode forward, hands clasped behind his back, and called out in a loud voice.
Ian Song, dressed in camouflage, stepped out calmly and asked, "What guidance does Wind Hall Master have for me?"
Thomas Feng smiled. "I wouldn't dare call it guidance—I'm just here to show you a better path."
"I'm all ears," Ian Song replied, a hint of amusement creeping into his smile.
Thomas Feng continued, "The Myriad Beasts Order now controls both Huaxin and Azure Sun Cities, with an army of over a hundred thousand Dark‑Strength new‑style warriors. If you surrender Yanhuang Survivor Base to me now, I can petition the Order Master to appoint you Deputy Hall Master of Wind Hall."
Ian Song nodded with mock seriousness. "That's a decent offer."
Hearing this, Thomas Feng was momentarily pleased—if this kid really surrendered, it would be a good outcome for him.
But just then, Ian Song changed the subject: "The rank's a bit low, though. If you make me Order Master of the Myriad Beasts Order, I wouldn't mind surrendering!"
Instantly, Thomas Feng's face darkened, anger flaring in his eyes. This kid clearly had no intention of surrendering—he was mocking him.
"Ian Song, don't be so ungrateful! I'll ask you one last time—will you surrender or not?"
"Surrender to you? Hell no! If you want a fight, just fight—enough with the nonsense!" Ian Song suddenly burst out laughing and cursed.
"You must have a death wish! Elder Tam!"
Thomas Feng flew into a rage, barking a cold command.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four figures shot out from behind Thomas Feng like lightning, charging straight toward Ian Song at the front lines.
"Ian Song, you little thief—today is the day you die!" Thomas Feng roared with laughter.
In an instant, the four figures landed around Ian Song, trapping him in the center.
"You're all members of the Myriad Beasts Order's Elders’ Council!"
Surrounded by top experts, Ian Song showed not the slightest hint of panic. He calmly swept his gaze over the four and spoke.
"Since you know who we are, you'd best surrender now. That way, you might just keep your life!" Elder Tam sneered.
Just then, Zeke Guan, Helen Guo, and several others rushed forward.
"President, let us help you!"
"Everyone, fall back!"
Ian Song glanced at them as he spoke.
But none of them moved from where they stood.
"Fall back, all of you!" Ian Song barked again.
"Be careful, cousin!" Helen Guo said helplessly.
"Take care, President!" Zeke Guan added, then retreated with the others.
"At least they know their limits!" Elder Tam chuckled, clearly unconcerned about Zeke Guan and Helen Guo, who had only just reached the Transforming‑Gang stage.
"True, they know their limits—but you four clearly don't!"
Ian Song shook his head with a smile.
"Foolish kid, you don't know your place! Seize him!" Elder Tam's face turned cold as he barked the order.
At once, three figures shot out toward Ian Song, while Elder Tam remained motionless—he believed that three elders were more than enough to deal with a junior like Ian.
These three were all top experts of the Elders’ Council, each at the seventh stage of Transforming‑Gang.
As soon as they attacked, waves of Gang Qi surged around Ian Song, threatening to tear him apart at any moment.
"I've been in this world so long, but I've never shown my true power. Today, you'll see what I'm really capable of!"
Ian Song muttered to himself, then strode forward.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Moving like a phantom, Ian Song exchanged palm strikes with each of the three elders.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
With three muffled groans, all three elders were sent flying, crashing to the ground—each one severely injured.
He defeated three seventh-stage Transforming‑Gang elders with a single move?
How is that possible?
Seeing this, Elder Tam was stunned. Dozens of meters away, Thomas Feng was even more shocked—he never imagined Ian Song could be this powerful.
"Elder Tam, right?" Ian Song fixed his gaze on him. "If you can withstand three moves from me, I'll let you walk away."
"You insolent brat! How dare you look down on me!"
Infuriated, Elder Tam let out a dragon-like roar. The longsword on his back suddenly flew from its sheath, flashing like lightning as it shot toward Ian Song’s chest.