Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

About ten minutes ago, in the mayor's residence of the Sixth Base City, Mayor Zera Powell sat in front of his desk, arms crossed over his chest, his brows knitted into a "Chuan," his eyes filled with fury.

In front of him, the holographic television projected real-time images of the Sixth Base City, which was in chaos and shambles—streets engulfed in smoke, piercing sounds of explosions and alarms, various buildings collapsing under the aftermath of artillery and Divine Envoy level combat.

"This group of madmen, they're completely lawless!"

Zera slammed a fist onto his desk, and the heavy furniture instantly shattered into dust.

"What do you, the Longevity Association, think of our Sixth Base City? A battlefield?"

His face was livid, his eyes burning with rage, his voice echoing in the room, saturated with uncontrollable anger.

As a mayor, he loathed anyone stirring up trouble on his turf, whether it be Lin Rui or the Longevity Association.

Especially today's massive-scale war, where both sides utilized no fewer than twenty divisions and a large number of heavy artillery, even resorting to using Divine Envoy level power within the Base City.

Across from his office sat a middle-aged man in a gray suit, with a gentle smile on his face.

He reached out and lifted his hand, retrieving his exquisite metal box from the desk before it was pulverized.

"Mr. Mayor, I don't like what you're saying. Our Longevity Association has always been restrained. In over a hundred years, we rarely cause trouble in the metropolitan area unless absolutely necessary. Now, who is trying to start a war and instigate conflict? It's the one across from us who started months ago, right? And now what we ask—"

"Enough nonsense," Zera directly interrupted him, his tall, robust frame taut with muscle under the black suit, like a beast ready to strike, his gaze as sharp as a knife: "Your war has already heavily damaged our city, thrown civilians into panic, and caused numerous innocent casualties, severely damaging essential infrastructure! You must cease fire immediately, or face the consequences."

"That's impossible, Mr. Mayor!"

The envoy from the Longevity Association laughed indifferently, disregarding Zera's threats. He opened the metal box, revealing rows of gene-enhancing technology and a thick document.

"Mr. Mayor, we at the Longevity Association have always respected your authority. This incident got somewhat out of control, but we are willing to compensate.

This is a cooperation agreement—should you choose to support our actions, these industries and mining ventures are yours, worth roughly 500 billion federal coins. Additionally, we can provide you with the latest gene enhancement technology and ether source transformation techniques, elevating your physical capabilities to unprecedented heights, Mr. Mayor. Our demands are not extensive—just find a way to cut off the Light King Sect's headquarters chapel's energy supply and shut down some of the city's Force Field Shields."

Zera glanced at the metal box, initially dismissive, a cold sneer hidden within.

Did they really think they could bribe a dignified mayor with 500 billion federal coins? How naive.

However, his expression shifted as he noticed a dozen differently colored medicines exuding potent ether elements.

Among them, he recognized and had long coveted three varieties, experimental products money couldn't buy.

Zera Powell's resolve began to waver, his heart pounding, drawn by these enticing benefits like a giant magnet.

Simply cutting off the energy supply to obtain these things?

Just then, his secretary sent him a message: Mayor, the urgent meeting at the President's Mansion, I strongly suggest you take a personal look. It's very important, critically important, extremely important! Also, please avoid that envoy gentleman.

Zera frowned as he saw his secretary emphasize "important" three times.

Although he had been part of the top-secret meetings at the President's Mansion, he hadn't paid much attention to them.

That President was incredibly foolish, proclaiming strict neutrality and barring the Government Army and City Defense Forces from participating in the war, yet secretly blocking all major routes to assist Lin Rui by any means.

What on earth is that guy up to?

While pondering what important matters were happening over there, he activated the relevant equipment, and as it started up, the scene from the meeting room in the President's Mansion appeared on his retinas.

A moment later, Zera's face turned slightly pale.

Could this be true—Lin Rui has already ascended to godhood? This man is not only the legendary Master of Serenity but also the 'King Ming' of the Light God Sect?

This man even gained a significant advantage within the Heavenly Curtain, suppressing three Immortal Level members from the Longevity Association, led by the Divine Abyss Wanderer, and was dismantling the Longevity Association's control over the Artificial Sky?

The Light King Sect had withstood the attack of twelve Divine Envoy Level members from the Longevity Association without falling behind, yet their main combat forces remained uninvolved.

"Lin Rui... ascended to godhood?"

Zera Powell sat back in his office chair, eyes fixed on the holographic projection of the President's Mansion meeting, his heart gripped by waves of turmoil. In his gaze towards the virtual image lay reverence, shock, and a tinge of relief and anticipation.

His fingers began to unconsciously tap the desk, producing a light "tap tap" sound, attempting to soothe the disquiet in his heart this way.

His eyes brimmed with disbelief—that young man, not so long ago merely a nascent powerhouse leader in his eyes, had ascended to the legendary status of Master of Serenity and was even suppressing three Immortal Level strongmen from the Longevity Association in the Heavenly Curtain! And potentially holding comprehensive superiority.