At the Beijing military headquarters, Old Chen was staring into space as he stood by the window with his arms behind his back.
At that moment, Qin Xiaotian walked in and said softly, "Commander, those people from Shang Santian are on their way to Tiannan now!"
"Ye has finally triggered the powerful ones!" Old Chen sighed softly. "Xiaotian, go to Tiannan. Save whoever you can. I believe they won't dare to cross the line because of us."
Qin Xiaotian nodded, and a jeep pulled over at the entrance just when he was going out. Subsequently, two old men walked over in big steps. "The Dragon King has ordered the military not to interfere. Apart from that, the military can't fight the people from Shang Santian!"
"Why not?" Old Chen frowned slightly upon hearing the name "Dragon King". He was rather enraged. "Why? Has the Dragon Soul's spine bent completely after the battle 50 years ago that it can no longer stand?"