More than ten thousand soldiers formed four square formations, completely surrounding the entire Xiao family courtyard.
Their synchronized footsteps landed like an earthquake, causing even the ground to tremble.
Yang Jingyu marched forward, saluted Chu Feng, and shouted, "Reporting to the Dragon Lord, the Second Legion of the Yenching military theater has assembled. Please give us your instructions."
Chu Feng returned the salute and calmly replied, "Stand by in place."
"Yes!" Yang Jingyu waved his hand decisively, exuding a menacing aura.
"Clatter..."
Following closely behind, the cold muzzles of guns were aimed at the Xiao family members. In the rear, heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and other large-scale weapons of destruction were even set up.
It seemed that with just one command, they could flatten the entire Xiao family courtyard, leaving nothing but ashes!
In that instant, Xiao Yunlong felt completely hopeless.
Xiao Hong and the other Xiao family members were dumbfounded, their legs trembling, almost scared to the point of urinating.
Even the Xiao family's elite warriors, who were said to have undergone the most brutal and rigorous training, threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.
Two thousand people against over ten thousand fully armed soldiers...it was simply seeking death...
Xiao Yunlong stared in disbelief at everything before him, as if he were dreaming.
His throat trembled, remaining silent for a long time, as if his soul had been suddenly sucked away, causing him to slump in his chair.
"I... I lost."
He had originally thought that after five years of accumulation and preparation, he had enough strength to fight against Chu Feng.
He had thought that his plan was flawless and would lead him to fame and success.
But now, at this moment, he finally realized how wrong he was—how incredibly wrong he was.
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