Super War God in the City

Imperial Capital, suburbs, a military base.

A black Audi slowly drove through the heavy Mysterious Iron Gate. This military base was hewn into a mountain, able to withstand a super weapon of nuclear warhead level!

The building environment inside the mountain was no different from the outside world; if it was daytime outside, it was the same here, and if it was twilight with stars outside, it was also so here.

At this moment, in a large conference hall.

On both sides of the square conference table, dozens of high-ranking officers were at a standoff, each holding their own views on the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, unable to reach an agreement!

One by one, their faces were red and their necks thick, they banged on tables and threw chairs around, barely stopping short of coming to blows, especially the pro-war faction, who were exceptionally hot-tempered.

Each person here, if they were to stand alone, would be at the rank of Lieutenant General or above, lofty figures—yet, who would have thought that when these people gathered together, they also had the childish side of blushing and squabbling.

Just then, the door to the conference room was pushed open.

The vigorous Patriarch Yun entered with a stern face, having heard the noisy quarrel from afar, which seemed like a cockfight in full swing.

Upon seeing the patriarch enter, the room instantly fell silent, and everyone quieted down.

The patriarch approached the main seat at the conference table, his hands behind his back, and swept his gaze over the assembled soldiers, who had rolled up their sleeves and unfastened some buttons on their uniforms.

"Do you think you are a band of robbers? What kind of behavior is this? Can't you have a proper conversation?" Patriarch Yun let out a cold huff.

Immediately, the dozens of officers hastily straightened their uniforms, set their chairs upright, and 'swish, swish, swish' stood up straight on both sides of the conference table.

Most of the officers in the conference room were brought up by the patriarch himself; his prestige in everyone's hearts was irreplaceable.

The reason everyone was arguing was precisely because of the rumors that had been circulating outside, which left everyone greatly dissatisfied.

Patriarch Yun had dedicated his life to serving the country until he was weary to the bone, yet in the end, he was pressured and criticized by some privileged ingrates.

Without these soldiers, who had forgotten about life and death and fought with their blood on the battlefield to protect the country, how could there be a peaceful and prosperous age, and where would those people get their luxurious clothing and food?

These people had long been harboring a bellyful of grievances, and just at this critical moment, an abnormal movement occurred in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, the Canglong Army suffered heavy losses, and General Ye was seriously injured.

This immediately gave these people a vent for their frustrations, and without a second word, they were all for action.

There were also a small number who were more rational and thought that rushing into war might not be a good thing.

Another faction, which was pro-war, believed that military force was the best way to solve problems, especially when dealing with martial artists—they certainly wouldn't dance around with words and ink!

Therefore, both sides were at an impasse, practically on the verge of coming to blows!

"Patriarch Yun, your arrival is timely. I believe that advocating for war is the wisest choice—directly seal those turtles in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!

With the current military power of Huaxia, even those in the God Realm are not to be feared!" proclaimed a leading officer standing on the right side.

Patriarch Yun turned his head to look; it was Yang Hu, whom he had brought up himself.

"Patriarch Yun, I disagree. Rushing into war is not a wise decision; they are not ordinary martial artists," another officer standing on the left side also spoke up.

Patriarch Yun turned his head to look over. It was Su Liu from the pacifist faction within the military, who he had also mentored for a period of time.

However, the two had differing political views on many matters and had grown somewhat distant over time.

Yet in Su Liu's heart, Patriarch Yun would always be a person worthy of respect.

"You're talking nonsense. As a soldier, you act like a scholar who only knows how to talk smart, I advise you to take off that uniform and go home to teach!" Yang Hu said with a sneer, rage evident on his face.

"Yang Hu, don't be prejudiced. I am being realistic, taking into account many factors!" Su Liu retorted, unwilling to concede.

Yang Hu's eyes widened, about to say something more, when Patriarch Yun suddenly interrupted him.

"Enough, the both of you, say no more. I have my own considerations," Patriarch Yun spoke calmly.

His gaze shifted from Su Liu, who had come from a civilian background and had some ink in his belly, to Yang Hu, who was more rough and rugged by nature.

Both had their own shining merits, and that was why he had placed them together—to complement each other.

"Patriarch Yun, I am guided entirely by your word. Just point the direction, and I will strike without hesitation!" Yang Hu asserted emphatically.

Su Liu stood to the side, looking at Patriarch Yun, silent.

At this moment, the gaze of every general in the hall was focused on the old patriarch.

Everyone knew that the old patriarch's attitude would greatly influence the attitude of the higher-ups.

"Regarding this matter, I somewhat agree with Little Six's opinion—going to war is the worst strategy. Unless absolutely necessary, we must not fight!" the old patriarch pondered for a moment, then spoke.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the hall was taken aback.

The proponents of war were completely confused; they had not expected the old patriarch, who was normally belligerent, to stand on Su Liu's side this time.

Even Su Liu was a bit stunned. He had thought that, given the old patriarch's temperament, he would certainly call for war. He never expected the old patriarch to take his side this time.

"Old patriarch... you..." Yang Hu's face flushed red as he stared at the old patriarch, unable to resist asking for an explanation.

The old patriarch glanced at the young soldiers below and said, "Is it strange to you why I agree with Six's opinion this time?

I may advocate for a tough stance externally, but that's not without principles. Whether to march to war or seek peace, we must base our decision on the actual situation!

The great sects of the Huaxia Martial Arts World once migrated into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, and it has been nearly a hundred years now. According to incomplete statistics, the number of people who have entered is no less than a hundred thousand.

After nearly a century of propagation, who knows how many there are now."

Everyone listened quietly, for the past event of why those renowned sects that had stood on the land of Huaxia for a thousand years had all moved into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains practically overnight remained an unsolved mystery.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains has always been a technology vacuum for the world; no high-tech equipment can enter to explore.

The old patriarch paused, then continued, "The current Zhongnan Five Peaks are nothing more than the lesser noble sects that formed after the remnants of the major sects migrated.

You can imagine, if those noble sects that moved to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains have not declined, how terrifying they could be!

And the facts prove that they have not declined. Merely a few people who have casually emerged from there are so formidable.

Facing the three hundred thousand Canglong Army as if entering a land with no one to oppose them, coming and going as they please!

If it were only a few, that might be manageable. But do you know how many more experts there are? Ten? A hundred? Or even more?"

With the old patriarch's words, everyone fell into silence.

Indeed, one alone is terrifying enough, but the problem is, such experts may not even be the strongest existences within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

How many could a super weapon kill? Ling Beiming was one example—merely at the Half-step Divine Realm, he was already so dreadful.

If such a person, just one, were to infiltrate Huaxia and start a massacre, it would be unbearable for the nation.

A Divine Realm Powerhouse is like a human-shaped mobile nuclear device, simply indefensible.

"Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, we cannot easily go to war. There is always something about humanity that can be communicated and grasped.

No matter what, these people still carry the blood of Huaxia. They can't be so utterly heartless and ruthless. Isn't the reason why Ye Long managed to save his own life because the other party remembered the kinship with Huaxia?

Send a negotiation expert to try. Create a detailed analysis and negotiation plan based on the characteristics of these people!" the old patriarch said indifferently.

Originally, his plan was to rely on the power of Ling Fan to counter this unknown threat.

However, man's plans are inferior to those of heaven. Just when this lad was bombed till his life or death was uncertain, that's exactly when disturbances arose from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains!

"Alright, this is my opinion. Whether you take it or not is up to you.

Report to the top that I am old, and my suggestions may not be correct, to be considered merely a reference. There might be a possibility of error, bringing trouble to the nation—after all, who among us is infallible?" The old patriarch said with self-mockery, then turned and left the room.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a complex mix of emotions.

Yang Hu felt a pang in his nose as he watched the old patriarch walk away. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then turned to wipe his eyes, ultimately remaining silent.

Su Liu's feelings were a mixture of emotions. For the first time, he had a completely different understanding of the old patriarch. It seemed that he had harbored biases previously!

The old patriarch was not someone who stubbornly favored war without reason. He had certain goals and considerations. Su Liu realized that his own vision had, after all, fallen short.

At that very moment, his respect for the old patriarch became truly profound.

Secretary Song Hou stood at the door, overhearing the old patriarch's words, and his heart was like a jar of mixed flavors overturned. The old patriarch was indirectly revealing his discontent and dissent towards the previous statements from above!

He sighed quietly, following behind the old patriarch, and as he looked at the somewhat desolate back of Old Yun, he was struck by a sense of a hero in the twilight years. A wave of melancholy rose in his heart involuntarily.