High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Inside the mountain-protecting formation.

Yang Zhengxuan and the others, who were kneeling on the ground in front of the Jade Face Ancestral Hall, were so frightened by the earth-shattering response outside that they collapsed to the ground, defecating and urinating incessantly.

Dozens of sect elders were even more pale, their faces ashen.

They never dreamed that, no sooner had Feng Qingyang left than that young general, who looked no more than eighteen years old, would be so audacious as to directly order an attack on the mountain!

Has he gone mad?!

What gives him the right?!

Fear and disbelief spread through their hearts like a plague.

The Jade Face Sect, deepest part of the Ancestral Master's Shrine.

The secret chamber, constructed from thousand-year-old ebony, was so rich in spiritual energy that it was almost dripping with moisture.

Sect Leader Yang Yutang sat cross-legged, his face as handsome as jade, with three long strands of beard flowing freely, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.

He was making a full-fledged attempt to break through the barrier of the sixth-order domain realm. His true energy surged around him, and the power of laws above his head was faintly intertwined, forming a hazy halo.

Just as he was about to touch that mysterious threshold of realm, the air in front of him twisted without warning.

A black-robed phantom, like ink dripping into clear water, silently spread and slowly condensed into shape.

"Who?!"

Yang Yutang's eyes widened in anger, his progress in breaking through the bottleneck was abruptly interrupted, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

His martial spirit power instantly went berserk, and the terrifying aura of a peak fifth-tier warrior erupted as he slapped the black-robed phantom with his palm.

"Sect Leader Yang, please calm down." The man in black chuckled, his voice hoarse, carrying a strange magic that easily soothed the rampaging true energy within Yang Yutang's body.

"I've come to... bestow upon you an immense fortune, and by the way, to tell you some good news."

Yang Yutang forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, staring intently at his opponent, his eyes filled with vigilance and killing intent: "Who exactly are you? What is your intention in trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​my Jade Face Sect?"

"Who I am is unimportant." The man in black robes shrugged, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters. "What's important is that Shanghai is at war on all fronts, and Feng Qingyang is too busy to handle his own affairs. He's already led the main force to the East China Sea to put out the fire. Is Sect Leader Yang satisfied with this news?"

"What?!" Yang Yutang's expression changed drastically.

Although he was in seclusion, he was not completely unaware of the outside world.

He knew better than anyone that the Demon Slayer Army had surrounded the mountain.

The reason he dared to activate the mountain-protecting formation to resist was because he was certain that Feng Qingyang would not dare to make a move easily. As long as he could hold out until he broke through to the sixth level, he would have the right to have an equal dialogue with the other party.

But now... Feng Qingyang is gone?

Yang Yutang's heart did not relax; instead, it sank to the bottom.

The man in black robes seemed to read his mind and said slowly, "Sect Leader Yang, do you think you're safe now that Feng Qingyang is gone? That all problems will be solved once you break through to the sixth rank?"

Yang Yutang didn't speak, but his expression already confirmed it.

"Heh." The man in black robes let out a disdainful sneer.

"Sect Leader Yang, you're too naive. Do you think that just because you've broken through to the sixth rank, Feng Qingyang will treat you as an equal? ​​Let me tell you, that's impossible!"

The black-robed man's voice suddenly turned cold, each word like a poisoned steel needle piercing Yang Yutang's heart.

"The Jade Faced Sect produced a demonized martial artist, and the Demon Slaying Division led troops to besiege it. Then, coincidentally, this triggered a full-scale attack by the demon race... Sect Leader Yang, put yourself in Feng Qingyang's shoes, what would you think?"

"You'll think it's all too coincidental! So coincidental it's like... your Jade Face Sect is providing cover for the demon race's all-out attack!"

"You'll think that your Jade Face Sect is a thorn in the side of the demon race, an inside man planted in the heart of the Demon City!"

"boom!"

These words struck Yang Yutang like a thunderbolt from the heavens, leaving him completely stunned.

He wanted to argue, but found himself unable to utter a single word.

Yes... what a coincidence.

It was so coincidental that even he himself felt a chill run down his spine.

The man in black robes, enjoying the look of utter disbelief on his face, pressed on, his voice like a viper's hiss: "Once Feng Qingyang has dealt with that old dragon in the East Sea and returned with the overwhelming murderous aura and burning rage of his dragon-slaying spree... guess how he'll deal with your Jade Face Sect's 'insider'?"

"By then, how many of his sword strikes do you think you, a newly advanced sixth-tier cultivator, can withstand?"

"He doesn't even need evidence! Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free! That's the Demon Slayer Division's code of conduct!"

"No...impossible..." Yang Yutang's lips trembled, his face deathly pale.

His lingering hope was ruthlessly shattered by the man in black at this moment.

He realized that he had no way out.

From the moment his son became a demon, from the moment he chose to protect him and activate the protective mountain formation, the fate of the Jade Face Sect was already sealed.

Seeing Yang Yutang completely plunged into despair, the man in black knew that the time was right.

He slowly opened his mouth, throwing out the final, and most deadly, bait.

"Of course, things haven't gotten to the worst yet. I can help you break through to the sixth rank right now, immediately!"

"After this is accomplished, I, the Venerable of the Demon Cult, will personally find a blessed land outside the base city for the Jade Face Sect with spiritual energy comparable to that of Shanghai, so that you can rebuild your sect and continue your lineage."

Yang Yutang suddenly looked up, a last glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "Conditions!?"

He understands that there's no such thing as a free lunch.

The man in black robes flipped his hand, and his martial spirit power condensed into a clear image in the air.

The image shows a handsome young man clad in crimson-gold armor, with eyes so indifferent they are chilling.

It was Feng Mo!

"The only condition..." the black-robed man's voice was as chilling as a icy wind blowing from a glacial crevice, "...kill that young general outside!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red pill, exuding an extremely rich life essence and ominous demonic aura, appeared out of thin air and slowly floated in front of Yang Yutang.

"This is the 'Blood God Pill,' crafted from the life essence of a sixth-tier demon emperor, supplemented with hundreds of rare and precious herbs. It's enough to forcefully break through your bottleneck within half an hour, and... your strength will far surpass that of others of the same tier!"

Yang Yutang's breathing instantly became heavy.

His gaze was fixed on the blood-red pill, then he glanced at Feng Mo's indifferent eyes in the image.

He thought of his good-for-nothing son, the direct disciples kneeling and begging outside the ancestral hall, and the centuries-old foundation of the Jade Face Sect...

All reason, all struggle, all pretense crumbled at this moment.

Instead, there was endless madness and resentment!

"Alright!" he roared, grabbing the Blood God Pill as if it were the last straw, and swallowed it without hesitation!