185: Chapter 185 The Attitudes of Major Forces in Shanghai

The voice of Deputy Director Shen Jinghong echoed over Modu Base City.

Countless Divine Thoughts probed out from every corner of the city, converging toward the direction of the Han Family.

There was curiosity, schadenfreude, and also worry.

"Martial God Han Qingcang's Void Battlefield conscription order? City Lord Huang's speed is truly fast!"

"Sigh, who's to say otherwise? He has a father who is a Martial God, possessing immense power at the Alliance headquarters. Martial God Han Qingcang actually dared to offend him; the Han Family is finished this time."

"Indeed. Once Martial God Han Qingcang goes to the Void Battlefield, he likely won't be coming back. Without Martial God Han Qingcang, is the Han Family still the Han Family?"

No one held out hope for the Han Family.

They knew full well why Martial God Han Qingcang was being conscripted.

"Sigh, Old Han is also confused. Who shouldn't he have offended? He just had to offend Huang Lifeng. He has to go to the Void Battlefield whether he wants to or not."

Nangong Family, deep within the mansion.

Old Ancestor Nangong Aotian slowly opened his eyes and sighed, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.

He and Martial God Han Qingcang were originally friends. When they were young, they often teamed up for training and grew up together. The Nangong Family and the Han Family had been on good terms for generations, often intermarrying.

But this was an order from the Alliance headquarters, and there was nothing he could do.

In a small courtyard deep within Modu Martial Arts University, Vice Principal Ouyang Hai and Wei Changan sat opposite each other, with a chessboard placed in front of them.

"If Martial God Han Qingcang goes to the Void Battlefield, I fear the outcome will be grim. What a pity."

Vice Principal Ouyang Hai retracted his Divine Thought, placed a white chess piece, and said regretfully.

"There's no helping it. This is the Alliance headquarters' decision; we have no right to interfere. Whether Martial God Han Qingcang can return alive depends on his own fortune."

Wei Changan also casually placed a black chess piece and said indifferently.

He and Huang Lifeng were both the highest authorities in Modu Base City, but their duties were different; he managed civilian Martial Artists and the various major martial arts families.

He couldn't intervene in the military side at all.

Although he had some connections, his relationship with Martial God Han Qingcang had not reached the point where he would use favors to help him.

There was no need to offend Huang Lifeng because of Martial God Han Qingcang.

"Old Han, you must still have a backup plan! Otherwise, it's impossible for you to be so stupid as to offend Huang Lifeng. That's not your style."

Ye Family, Ye Qingtian stood on the pavilion, his gaze profound.

"Father, are you saying Martial God Han Qingcang has a way to deal with this crisis?"

Behind him, Ye Family Clan Chief Ye Qingyun asked curiously.

"Not sure, let's just watch!"

Ye Qingtian withdrew his gaze and shook his head slightly.

Gu Family, Gu Jiuxiao stood in front of the window, looking towards the sky above the Han Family, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Martial God Han Qingcang, oh Martial God Han Qingcang, you also have this day."

He held a significant grudge against Martial God Han Qingcang. Martial God Han Qingcang defeating Li Cangqiong made the Gu Family's position in Modu even more awkward.

Moreover, because of Gu Qingcheng breaking off the engagement with Han Tianxiong, the two families already had grievances.

Now that Martial God Han Qingcang was being conscripted to the Void Battlefield, he was happy to see it happen.

"Father, should we take this opportunity to..."

Gu Linyuan stood behind his father, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

"No rush."

Gu Jiuxiao waved his hand, "Wait until Martial God Han Qingcang dies on the Void Battlefield, then we can act. Without Martial God Han Qingcang, the Han Family is nothing to worry about."

Li Family, Li Cangqiong sat in a secret room, his Divine Thought looking towards the sky above the Han Family, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha... Huang Lifeng, you really didn't disappoint me."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Martial God Han Qingcang defeated him, causing his Li Family to lose all Face, and even crippled his eldest son's arms.

Now that Martial God Han Qingcang was being conscripted to the Void Battlefield, how could he not be happy?

"Father, should we take this opportunity to make a move on the Han Family?"

Patriarch Li Beicang walked out from the shadows of the secret room, his eyes filled with venom.

His arms had been crippled by Han Chunming, his path of martial arts severed, and he wished he could tear the Han Family to pieces.

But at this moment, his arms had actually grown back.

No, those did not look like human arms.

The arms were covered in fine black scales, the ten fingers curved like eagle claws, the fingertips gleaming with a cold metallic luster. Each finger was half a foot long, with sharp nails like daggers, emitting a heart-palpitating Aura.

"How is the arm recovery?"

Li Cangqiong looked up at his arms, not surprised, and asked indifferently.

"It has already recovered by ninety percent."

Patriarch Li Beicang raised his right arm and clenched his five fingers into the air; the air made a piercing explosive sound between his claws, "The Bloodline of this Horned Dragon Lizard combined with the Blood Demon Art is truly powerful, actually able to achieve limb regrowth."

He looked down at his pair of non-human sharp claws, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes, "It's just that these arms of mine can never go back."

"If they can't go back, then there's no need to go back!"

Li Cangqiong stood up, walked in front of Patriarch Li Beicang, and patted his scale-covered shoulder.

"As long as you have arms and can increase your strength, what does the Blood Demon Art matter? However, you should Cultivate deep within the Li Family from now on! Show yourself less. Hand over the position of Clan Chief to your second brother, Beishan."

"Yes, Father."

Patriarch Li Beicang was somewhat unwilling, but he knew his current situation; cultivating in the depths of the Li Family was the best outcome.

"As for the Han Family, no need to rush."

Li Cangqiong looked towards the direction of the Han Family, a cold glint flashing and vanishing in his eyes, "Once Martial God Han Qingcang goes to the Void Battlefield, he will definitely die. Once he dies, the Han Family will be meat on the chopping block."

City Government Building, in the City Lord's office, Huang Lifeng looked towards the Han Family, sneered coldly: "Martial God Han Qingcang, you dare to offend me, this time I'll see how you die."

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In the Han Family courtyard, Han Tianlin's Face was as gloomy as water.

He looked up at the arrogant figure in mid-air, his fists clenching until they clicked.

Deputy Director Shen Jinghong.

It was this Deputy Director Shen Jinghong again.

Last time he failed to scheme against Han Ming, this time he set his sights on the Old Master.

"Clan Chief, what should we do?"

An Elder of the Han Family asked in a low voice with an ugly expression.

Han Tianlin took a deep breath, his figure flashed, and he appeared in mid-air.

"Deputy Director Shen, my father previously served on the Void Battlefield and killed no less than ten Saint-tier exotic beasts, using his military merit to apply for retirement."

Han Tianlin looked directly at Deputy Director Shen Jinghong and said word by word, "According to Alliance regulations, one will only be conscripted again after thirty years of retirement. Now, the Old Master has only been retired for twenty-eight years; this doesn't meet the conscription conditions, right!"

Deputy Director Shen Jinghong's mouth curled into a cold sneer.

"Clan Chief Han, this is an order from above. Whether there is qualification to conscript is decided by the Alliance, not by your Han Family."

He held the golden conscription order in his hand high up, "You must execute it, otherwise it is violating the Alliance's order. By then, it won't just be Martial God Han Qingcang who needs to go to the Void Battlefield; everyone in your Han Family will have to go."

Han Tianlin's Face sank completely.

He knew this was Huang Lifeng's retaliation.

That day, Han Ming publicly rejected Huang Lifeng's Face. Although Huang Lifeng endured it at the time, he must have held a grudge in his heart.

He didn't expect him to be so ruthless, directly conscripting his father to the Void Battlefield. This was not intending to leave a path of survival for the Han Family!

Now, even this clown Deputy Director Shen Jinghong dared to show off his power in front of his Han Family; it was simply hateful.

"City Lord Huang, our Han Family is willing to pay three billion High-Grade Spirit Stones as compensation, how about that!"

Han Tianlin suppressed the anger in his heart, ignored Deputy Director Shen Jinghong, and said in a deep voice towards the direction of the City Government Building.

Now the Old Master was fully concentrating on his Breakthrough and could not afford the slightest disturbance.

He knew Deputy Director Shen Jinghong couldn't make the decision; all of this was driven by Huang Lifeng behind the scenes.

Han Tianlin's voice spread throughout the entire Modu Base City, and everyone heard the phrase "three billion High-Grade Spirit Stones."

Three billion High-Grade Spirit Stones, what a massive number that was?

In the entire Modu Base City, the number of factions that could produce this amount of Spirit Stones could be counted on one hand.

In the City Government Building, Huang Lifeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Three billion High-Grade Spirit Stones?

The Han Family was really willing to spend.

But no matter how many Spirit Stones there were, could they buy the life of a Peak Martial Saint?

He, Huang Lifeng, did not lack Spirit Stones; what he lacked was Face.

Martial God Han Qingcang publicly rejected his Face, making him lose Face in front of all the experts in Modu. This debt had to be paid with a life.

"Clan Chief Han, the Alliance's conscription order cannot be offset by Spirit Stones."

Huang Lifeng's voice came from the City Government Building, neither salty nor bland, "Martial God Han Qingcang must go to the Void Battlefield. If the Han Family feels the Alliance's decision is unfair, you can go to the Alliance headquarters to appeal."

Han Tianlin's fists clicked as he clenched them.

Everyone in the Han Family had an ugly expression.

Go to the Alliance headquarters to appeal?

Who doesn't know your father is Martial God Batian, and your Huang Family has the final say at the Alliance headquarters?

Han Tianxiang's figure soared into the air, glaring at the direction of the City Government Building, his voice exploding like thunder:

"Huang Lifeng, you despicable villain, this is blatant retaliation. You are not fit to be the City Lord of Modu Base City!"

"Hmph, what are you, daring to talk to me like that?"

Huang Lifeng's voice came from the City Government Building, cold and biting, "I am targeting your Han Family, so what? What can you do to me? If you dare to say more—die!"

Before his voice fell, a terrifying Aura erupted from the City Government Building, crushing towards Han Tianxiang like a physical force.

That was the pressure of a Peak Martial Saint, containing his power of rules at Perfection.

Han Tianxiang's Face changed suddenly, and he tried his best to urge the power of rules in his body to resist, but the gap between a five-star Martial Saint and a Peak Martial Saint was like a chasm.

"Pfft—"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily onto the Han Family courtyard wall. The defensive formation patterns flickered wildly, and the wall cracked with spiderweb-like fissures.

"Second Brother (Second Uncle)!"

Han Tianlin and a group of Han Family Elders' Faces changed greatly, and they rushed forward to help Han Tianxiang up.

Han Tianxiang's Face was pale, blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of humiliation and anger, but he could no longer say a word.

The whole scene was dead silent.

In the City Government Building, Huang Lifeng withdrew his Aura, a cold arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

The Han Family, nothing more than this.