Chapter 503 - 316: The Four Tiers of Divine Power Dharma Seals! The Vanguard Army’s 3100 Hertz Show of Force

"I’ve seen the recording of him killing that Peak of Enlightenment Evil Cultist. It was all thanks to a sneak attack and his gear."

"At that level, he’d barely qualify as a scout in our Vanguard Camp."

A few of the men around him chuckled.

It wasn’t pure malice, but an arrogance that was bone-deep.

In scholarship, there is no absolute first; in combat, there is no second.

Every single one of them was a monster, forged by families who had poured every available resource into their training.

Each of them was suppressing their Cultivation, striving for the legendary Treasure Grade Dharma Seal.

So on what grounds could Han Feng, a nobody from the streets, stand on equal footing with them—or worse, get special treatment?

Liu Zhen, who had been sitting at the far end of the table, grew incredibly anxious as he listened.

The others might not know, but he had seen Han Feng’s capabilities with his own eyes!

A technical specialist? No, the man was a human-shaped T-Rex!

At Broken Star Reef, he had single-handedly scared off the entire Jiangbei Fleet and escaped from that bizarre underground cavern completely unscathed.

These princelings were strong, but if they treated Han Feng like an easy target, they were liable to break their teeth.

"Um..."

Steeling himself, Liu Zhen spoke up timidly. "Sirs, Advisor Han’s strength... is actually quite formidable. At Broken Star Reef, he..."

"That’s enough."

Ye Jinghong raised a hand, cutting Liu Zhen off.

He didn’t scold his subordinates for their chatter. Instead, he stared thoughtfully at the projected map.

"Since Elder Chen arranged for him to come, he must have his reasons."

"Be it his Rune Technology or his piloting skills, they will certainly be useful in an unknown environment like Dragon Abyss."

Ye Jinghong’s voice betrayed no emotion. "However, Gu Jian has a point."

"The expedition to Dragon Abyss will be perilous. We don’t need a second voice in the ranks."

He turned his head to look at Gu Jian.

"Now that he’s arriving, we need a plan. Since he’s here as ’external support,’ let’s see if he actually has what it takes to provide that support."

Gu Jian’s eyes lit up as he immediately understood.

He stood up and stretched his neck, producing a series of sharp CRACKS.

"Don’t worry, General. I understand."

Gu Jian grinned, revealing a set of stark white teeth. "I’ll know where to draw the line."

"After all, he’s Elder Chen’s man, and he’s a ’hero’ of our East Sea City. We have to give him some face."

"Meaning... we just need to test his mettle a bit."

"Let him know who’s really in charge here in the Vanguard Corps."

Gu Jian’s Spiritual Power was definitely top-tier among those in the Enlightenment Realm, reaching a full 3,100 hertz.

In his view, a guy like Han Feng, who got famous through luck and items, would have a Spiritual Power of just over a thousand, at best.

There was no need to even lift a finger against someone like that.

All he had to do was release a bit of spiritual pressure to make him look foolish and recognize the gap between them. That would be a sufficient show of force.

After that, he’d naturally fall in line.

Ye Jinghong gave a slight nod, tacitly approving the suggestion.

He saw nothing wrong with it.

In the army, strength commanded respect.

’If you, Han Feng, are truly capable, you’ll be able to stand tall under Gu Jian’s pressure.’

’Then I, Ye Jinghong, will naturally think more highly of you and grant you the privilege of ’independent action.’’

’But if you can’t even pass this simple test...’

’...then you can just quietly be a logistics grunt who fixes planes.’

"Commander Liu," Ye Jinghong said, looking at Liu Zhen.

"Sir!" Liu Zhen scrambled to his feet.

"Go and welcome our Chief Advisor Han."

Ye Jinghong leaned back in his chair, his fingers gently stroking the dark gold armrest as he spoke nonchalantly.

"Bring him directly here. Everyone is waiting to meet their new teammate."

Liu Zhen looked at the room full of Red Armored Elites, who were cracking their knuckles and had mischievous glints in their eyes.

His gaze fell on Gu Jian, whose smile was full of ill intent, and his heart began to pound.

"Yes, sir. I’ll go at once."

Liu Zhen didn’t dare say more. He bowed, then quickly exited the conference room.

Once outside the building, the sea breeze hit him, and Liu Zhen realized his back was soaked with sweat.

He looked up at the sky.

In the distance, clouds churned.

A silver streak of light pierced the heavens, accompanied by a low, thunderous roar, as it streaked toward Dragon’s Fang Island at extreme speed.

It was Han Feng’s personal vehicle—the Ghost X-01.

’’When gods fight, it’s the mortals who suffer.’’

Liu Zhen gave a wry smile, adjusted his military cap, and strode toward the landing pad.