I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1362: The Opportunity of the Era

The elite figures gathered at the expansive table stared with icy detachment, a faint trace of dissatisfaction flashing deep within their gazes. A sudden, heavy tension permeated the air, a subtlety so refined it would likely escape the notice of any common man.

Regrettably for them, these reactions did not slip past Wu Tao.

Confronted with the palpable skepticism filling the room, he remained entirely unfazed.

After all.

Within the context of the Blue Star, wiping out such a massive horde of Phantoms represented a struggle as gargantuan as a full-scale war between nations.

Without such a feat, they surely would not have held this matter as a bargaining chip for their trade.

Displaying no inclination to offer further explanations, Wu Tao rose slowly, his gaze sweeping over the assembly with indifferent detachment.

"I grant you one hour. Feel free to verify the situation in the Northern Restricted Area yourselves."

"Once that hour passes, I shall depart immediately to seek out Sister Han."

Even clad in mere shorts and slippers, and with the shadow of the recent tsunami still looming large, no one dared to obstruct his path. Despite their simmering resentment, they were forced to restrain themselves.

Only after Wu Tao had vanished from sight did the conference room explode into a tempest of indignation, the collective aura becoming suffocatingly intense!

"Bam!"

"What unbearable arrogance!"

"The man is clearly all talk and lacks any substance. He is impossible to trust!"

"I share that sentiment; there is something deeply suspicious about him. He hardly carries the demeanor of a true master!"

Listening to these vitriolic outbursts, the presiding elder wore a look of profound contemplation.

Following a brief pause, he centered his attention on the inner circle of people seated beside him.

"What are your collective thoughts on this?"

Those sitting nearest to him remained notably more composed than the rest, their responses delivered with deliberate caution.

"In my humble estimation, given his supposed capability to suppress a tsunami—however doubtful the claim may be—his willingness to make such bold statements suggests he is likely not just blowing hot air. We should, at the very least, issue an order to investigate and confirm his claims!"

"Indeed, that is sound logic."

"Agreed. Facts remain the ultimate standard for judgment. Only after we analyze the current state of the Northern Restricted Area can we draw an accurate conclusion!"

"I support this course of action!"

Confronted by these unanimous suggestions, the elder, torn between doubt and belief, gave a solemn nod.

"Very well, that is the most rational path!"

"Dispatch the orders without delay. Command the Demon Hunting Department stationed at the Northern Restricted Area branch to provide a real-time assessment and initiate a video link immediately!"

The rigid order rippled down the chain of command within mere moments.

Shortly thereafter, an image materialized on the massive screen in the boardroom. Every person present sat in breathless anticipation, their faces a tapestry of skepticism and hidden hope.

Barely seconds into the transmission, their individual expressions coalesced into a unified look of utter shock.

Their eyes widened and their brows knitted in intense focus!

On the display, the terrifying throngs of Phantoms that had long been a source of existential dread were nowhere to be found, replaced entirely by an unending landscape of carcasses!

An absolute, chilling stillness descended upon the conference room!

As the footage unfurled, even those who held the deepest suspicions sat up, their eyes fixed on the screen in disbelief. The more they beheld, the more staggering the evidence became; they were forced to sit bolt upright in their chairs!

The presiding elder felt such overwhelming shock that he blurted out an anxious inquiry!

"What exactly is happening out there?!"

A voice trembling with nervous energy echoed back from the video feed, ignoring all standard protocols in its sheer agitation.

"We have no idea!"

"Upon receiving your command, we deployed drones immediately, and this is what we discovered. Not a single Phantom survives in the entire restricted zone. It is as if they were annihilated in a sudden, total massacre!"

Swish!

The entire assembly surged to their feet, faces etched with profound awe and an almost paralyzing disbelief!

"The zone was utterly purged?"

"Does this mean that Mr. Wu’s words were entirely true?!"

"This is truly incomprehensible!"

"He was right here in our presence! By what impossible method could he achieve such a massive feat?!"

The boardroom erupted into total pandemonium!

A cacophony of stunned discourse filled the room. Despite their status as the world’s pillars, these elites found themselves incapable of maintaining their composure, so rattled were they by this brutal, undeniable truth!

Just as the room threatened to tumble into chaos.

The elder, his eyes darting with suppressed agitation, regained a veneer of control. He signaled his secretary to terminate the feed, then slammed his palm against the table as he stood.

"Bang!"

"This video conference concludes here. All information disclosed today is categorized as state-level classified. Not a single soul is to leak a word of this!"

His voice descended like a heavy gavel, silencing the room instantly!

Nevertheless, the palpable excitement on everyone’s faces was impossible to conceal. Even the elder’s own eyes betrayed a deep tremor. Their shared perception of reality had been thoroughly dismantled.

Words were rendered unnecessary; every individual understood the monumental implications of this day.

If this Mr. Wu could resolve the crisis in the Northern Restricted Area with such ease, then the reports regarding the tsunami must have been absolute fact. To discover such a supreme entity existed meant they were quite possibly standing at the dawn of a new, unforeseen era.

Simultaneously, a primal, powerful realization took root in every mind present.

Regardless of the cost...

They must secure the favor of Mr. Wu at all costs!

This was the convergence of cold, political intuition and the fundamental survival instinct of all living beings.

The elder adjusted his attire with frantic haste and turned to his secretary!

"Where is Mr. Wu currently?"

The secretary, having never witnessed the elder in such a state of agitation, stammered in reply.

"Mr. Wu is... he is presently taking a walk through the gardens."

Upon hearing this, the elder’s face flushed with fury, and he immediately led the entire group in a desperate scramble out of the chamber!

"This is beyond unacceptable!"

"How could you neglect an existence of such caliber as Mr. Wu? Notify all staff! Everyone is to assemble and offer a respectful welcome to the gentleman! Prepare everything posthaste to accompany Mr. Wu so he might find Sister Han!"

The frenetic commands echoed through the headquarters as the throng of dignitaries sprinted toward the flowerbeds!

Meanwhile, in the gardens.

Wu Tao wandered aimlessly in his slippers. Regarding the various exotic flora, he found it difficult to grasp their appeal. Even after years of living beside his master, he could never fathom why mortals invested such affection into vegetation. There were even those who supposedly attained the Dao simply by observing flowers...

The very notion struck him as utterly absurd.

As he strolled with mounting boredom, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the distance.

He cast a sidelong glance at the intrusion.

The elder came sprinting toward him, chest heaving and face flushed, followed by a frantic crowd that had long abandoned all pretenses of dignity or age. Reaching him, the elder wore a sycophantic smile, though an uncontrollable anxiety rippled in his eyes.

"Mr. Wu, oh, Mr. Wu..."

Observing their demeanor, Wu Tao understood the situation in an instant.

With a faint, relaxed smile, he offered a reassuring nod.

"There is no need for such formalities."

"We are all humans, after all. Exterminating a handful of Phantoms is hardly a matter worth such fuss. You only need to uphold our agreement and escort me to locate Sister Han."

Hearing these words, the group exhaled in relief, nodding with excessive enthusiasm.

"Yes, yes, of course! We are all of one kin; no need to stand on ceremony!"

No further urging was required; everything had already been preemptively arranged. A heavy-lift helicopter descended onto the lawn just beyond the garden. Without a second thought, the elder gestured with an inviting flourish!

"Mr. Wu!"

"Let us depart this moment to find Sister Han!"

Watching the extravagant mode of transport, Wu Tao let out a quiet sigh. As long as he could be reunited with Sister Han, he would have been content on an ox cart, let alone a helicopter.

The aircraft ascended smoothly, its rotors whipping the nearby grass into a localized storm.

Soaring into the horizon, the flight lasted mere hours, crossing the jagged peaks of the north before touching down beside a glacial rift. Icy winds shrieked through the air, and the frozen landscape lay beneath a blanket of pristine, silver snow.

Wu Tao, however, remained unaffected. The trivial fluctuations of weather and seasons no longer held any sway over his spirit.

In their haste to keep their word, the elder and his retinue had neglected to don proper winter gear. Their skin quickly turned shades of blue from the biting cold. Fortunately, the secretary had prepared thick down jackets, which they scrambled to put on, finally bringing a tinge of warmth back to their frozen faces.

Surveying the vast, unending expanse of the glacier, Wu Tao turned to them with a confused expression.

"Sister Han is residing in a wasteland such as this?"