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"Buzz—"

Feng Qingyang's mind went blank for a moment.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the seemingly calm protective array of Jade Face Mountain, and looking towards the distant border of the Demon City, where war was raging. His expression gradually changed from solemn to a terrifying iron-blue.

A chilling thought took shape in his mind, making his blood feel as if it were about to freeze.

trap!

The Jade Face Sect was a trap from the very beginning!

A meticulously planned, deadly trap, enough to lure him and a portion of the Demon Slayer Division's main force!

The real killer move wasn't this mountain, but this all-out war that swept through the entire Shanghai defense line!

The Demon Worship Cult... the Demon Race...

He underestimated their determination, and even more so, their madness!

At that very moment, another unexpected event occurred!

A terrifying demonic aura, far surpassing that of any previous sixth-tier demonic beast, surged into the sky from the distant eastern horizon without warning!

The demonic aura was so vast and so malevolent, as if a hundred years of pent-up hatred and rage were erupting at this moment. The thick, dark demonic clouds spread across the sky at a visible speed, and in just a few breaths, they turned half of the eastern sky into a pitch-black night!

Immediately afterwards, an old, hoarse dragon roar, filled with endless resentment, rolled in and resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

"One hundred and twenty-six years..."

"Li! Chang! Qing!"

The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the Netherworld, each word carrying a bone-deep hatred that could freeze one's soul.

"You killed my beloved wife, captured my eldest son! You cast me into an endless abyss, where I will linger on for a hundred years!"

"Today, I, the King, will devour millions of humans from your Demon Capital! With their flesh and blood! With their souls! To help me... break through to the seventh rank!"

"roar--!"

The earth-shattering dragon roar transformed into a tangible sonic storm, sweeping in.

At the foot of Jade Face Mountain, thousands of elite soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division felt their souls shake violently. Those with weaker cultivation immediately bled from their mouths and noses, their faces turning deathly pale.

Feng Qingyang suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking to the most dangerous pinpoints in an instant!

He stared intently at the eastern horizon shrouded in dark, demonic clouds, his eyes flashing with unprecedented horror and overwhelming killing intent!

"Ao Yuan..."

He practically spat out the name through gritted teeth.

The Old Dragon King of the East Sea!

That sixth-tier peak demonic dragon that stirred up a monstrous wave in Shanghai a hundred years ago, threatening to flood the entire city, was finally slain by Lei Jun Li Changqing with a single sword on the shores of the East China Sea!

"Wasn't it... already dead at Lei Jun's hands?!"

Feng Qingyang's heart pounded wildly as a chilling possibility surfaced in his mind.

"Could it be... that it faked its death back then?! Now it has not only regained its strength, but... it might even go further?!"

This is no longer a simple monster siege.

This is a revenge plot that has been planned for a century, a fight to the death! It is a catastrophe that could shake the very foundations of the Great Xia Kingdom!

At this moment, Feng Qingyang finally understood why even a powerful demon at the peak of the sixth rank, like the Crimson Scorpion Mother, was willing to serve as a pawn in attacking the Demon Capital's defenses.

The power behind the existence that could make a sixth-tier peak demonic dragon lie dormant for a hundred years and plan such a shocking killing scheme was beyond his imagination.

Shanghai is on the verge of collapse!

In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyang had already made his decision.

The almost boiling sword intent around him suddenly subsided, and he transformed from a peerless divine weapon about to be unsheathed back into that seemingly lazy drunkard, but his eyes burned with an unprecedented solemnity and determination.

"Shanghai is in a state of emergency!"

His speech was rapid, like a machine gun, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, clearly reaching Feng Mo's ears.

"That old dragon in the East China Sea is a major threat. I must immediately lead my main force to its aid! Otherwise, if it breaks through our defenses, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly turned his head, his gaze like two sharpest swords, fixed on Feng Mo's face.

"The Jade Face Sect is currently the weakest link in the entire Shanghai defense line, and the one that absolutely cannot afford any trouble!"

His voice was extremely low, carrying an undeniable air of iron-blooded authority.

"I don't care what methods you use, keep the Jade Face Sect firmly planted here! If this place falls before I return, the entire city's defenses will crumble like an anthill!"

Feng Qingyang stared intently into Feng Mo's calm, almost indifferent eyes, and asked, word by word:

"Can you do it?"

This question weighs as heavily as a mountain.

This was not just an order; it placed the lives and fortunes of millions of people on the flanks of Shanghai, and the most crucial piece in the entire battle, entirely on the shoulders of this eighteen-year-old boy.

The mountain wind howled, causing the boy's scarlet cloak with the character "斩" (meaning "to cut") to flutter loudly.

Faced with the overwhelming crisis and the dying entrustment of a sixth-tier expert, Feng Mo's face remained expressionless.

He simply met Feng Qingyang's gaze calmly and nodded slightly.

"Leave it to me."

There were no grand pronouncements, no passionate promises.

Only three simple and steady words.

These three words stand in stark contrast to the overwhelming waves of chaos and turmoil outside.

It was a confidence stemming from absolute strength, a powerful heart that regarded all crises as nothing.

Feng Qingyang gave him a deep look and said nothing more.

Some things don't need to be said outright.

He suddenly turned around, his figure transforming into a streak of azure sword light that tore through the sky, soaring into the heavens.

"Yang Jinyun! Zhao Yuping! Chen Dong! ... All commanders, listen to my command!"

His voice transformed into rolling thunder, exploding across the Jade Face Valley.

"Except for the Divine Machine Battalion and the Black Tortoise Battalion, all other battalions, abandon the siege and follow me... to reinforce the East Sea!"

"Yes, sir!"

From the military formations below the mountain, a tremendous response erupted.

Without any hesitation, Feng Qingyang's azure sword light drew a huge arc in the air, sweeping up the scattered troops along the way and converging them into a massive steel torrent. With an indomitable and desperate momentum, it surged towards the shores of the East China Sea.

At the same time, he had already sent a high-level distress signal to the distant capital through the general's token.

Furthermore, he sent a private message to his sworn brother, Lu Chenzhou.

The message contained only one sentence: "Bring that old bastard Gu Chongli to the shores of the East China Sea, and together we'll slay the demonic dragon!"

……

Feng Qingyang led 80% of his main force away with a roar, and the area below Jade Face Mountain, which was originally filled with banners and murderous aura, instantly became much emptier.

Only the Shenji Battalion and the Xuanwu Battalion remained, with a combined force of less than two thousand soldiers, and their supreme commander—Feng Mo.

In an instant, all the soldiers below the mountain subconsciously focused their gaze on the tall figure clad in crimson-gold armor in mid-air.

They are waiting.

They awaited the young acting commander-in-chief to issue new orders.

Yun Wanrou flew to Feng Mo's side, her beautiful face filled with worry.

"Feng Mo, General Feng's meaning should be that we 'besiege' them and hold off the Jade Face Sect so they don't stab us in the back."

She whispered a reminder, "We are currently outnumbered. If we launch a direct assault on the mountain-protecting formation, I'm afraid..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

To play it safe, defense is the wisest choice right now.

Feng Mo did not respond.

His gaze calmly swept over the two thousand solemn-looking soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division below the mountain, then slowly rose and landed on the huge blue mountain-protecting formation.

Under the keen eyes of the demons, the tangled demonic energy within the great formation and the soaring resentment from the direction of the ancestral hall were clearly visible.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, the Ruyi Jingu Bang in the hands of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's martial soul had begun to hum, with strands of immense martial soul power silently pouring into it, beginning a new round of power accumulation.

Siege?

procrastination?

That's not his style.

He has always had only one principle—

Either don't do it at all, or do it thoroughly!

The next second, Feng Mo's calm and unwavering voice resounded throughout the entire venue, causing Yun Wanrou's pupils to shrink sharply.

"All soldiers, listen to my command!"

"Shenji Battalion, prepare!"

"Three rounds of salvo, a barrage of artillery fire!"

"The rest of you, prepare... to break through the formation! Slay the demon!"

Upon hearing this order, the entire hall fell silent!

Yun Wanrou even thought she had misheard.

Feng Qingyang had just left, telling them to proceed cautiously, and Feng Mo was already planning to attack the mountain?!

This... this is simply...

However, the doubts and hesitations she had anticipated did not materialize.

After a brief silence, the two thousand soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division below the mountain erupted in a thunderous response!

"Yes, sir!"

Without any hesitation, without any doubt!

Hundreds of menacing energy cannons began charging simultaneously, their muzzles gathering a ghostly blue light of destruction that illuminated the cold, hard, and fanatical faces of every soldier with unmistakable clarity.

They may not understand, but they choose to believe unconditionally!

I believe this young general, who once severely injured a sixth-tier White Tiger Mountain Lord with a single blow from 10,000 meters in the air, is truly remarkable!

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