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

On the shore of the East China Sea.

The flames of war have turned the sky a dark red.

The densely packed demonic beasts surged like a black tide, wave after wave, relentlessly attacking the steel defense line composed of sixteen battalions from the Demon Slayer Division and the Shanghai Military Region.

The roar of artillery fire and beams of energy tore through the sky.

The roars of warriors, the howls of demonic beasts, and the sounds of weapons slicing through flesh intertwined to create a brutal symphony of war.

A young soldier from the Demon Slayer Division stabbed a third-tier tiger shark demon through the throat with his sword, but was also struck by the demon's dying tail lash, causing his sternum to collapse and him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He leaned against the charred bunker, panting heavily, a bewildered smile on his face.

He had just heard those incredible reports of victory over the communicator.

"Brother...are we...is our hearing playing tricks on us?" he asked a one-armed veteran who was changing an energy magazine.

The old soldier grinned, his mouth stained with blood, and chuckled, "Who cares if it's a hallucination or not? Anyway, the brothers on those lines in the west survived. Now, it's our turn to fight to the death."

Before he finished speaking, a wall of water shot into the sky from the sea.

A giant sea turtle, comparable in size to a small aircraft carrier, carrying an island covered in sharp corals on its back, breaks through the sea surface, casting a massive shadow over the area.

Fifth tier! Another fifth-tier great demon!

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

However, their despair did not last long.

Just as the giant sea turtle opened its massive jaws, preparing to spew out a torrent powerful enough to engulf the entire battlefield, a cold and sharp voice, like a thunderclap from the heavens, rolled down from ten thousand meters above, drowning out all the noise on the battlefield.

"Ao Yuan, it's been 126 years, and you old mudfish, you're still not completely dead?"

The moment the sound faded, a pure, azure sword light streaked across the sky.

The newly emerged fifth-tier giant tortoise didn't even have time to utter a scream before it was cleaved in two by the sword light, from head to tail, along with the coral island on its back.

The foul-smelling demon blood cascaded down like a waterfall, staining the entire sea red.

On the defensive line, all the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles looked up at the battlefield that belonged to the sixth-level powerhouses.

Ten thousand meters in the sky, Feng Qingyang, dressed in a green robe, held an iron sword whose rust had faded, revealing a gleaming, sharp blade.

His usual lazy and carefree demeanor has vanished, replaced by a sharp and resolute edge, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Opposite him, a colossal azure dragon, over two thousand meters long, coiled in the dark clouds. Each of its scales was the size of a small boat. Its ferocious head emerged from the clouds, and its eyes, burning with endless resentment and hatred, were fixed on Feng Qingyang.

It was none other than Ao Yuan, the lord of the East Sea Dragon Clan!

"Feng Qingyang!"

Ao Yuan's aged and venomous voice echoed between heaven and earth, each word seemingly carrying a chilling coldness: "One hundred and twenty-six years! I thought you lowly humans had forgotten my name!"

Its enormous dragon head slowly emerged from the clouds, looking down at the tiny, ant-like figures below, and let out a joyful and maniacal laugh.

"Back then, that old bastard Li Changqing, relying on his profound cultivation, killed my beloved wife, captured my child, and drove me to the brink of despair! He thought I was dead, hahahaha! He was wrong! I faked my death using the 'Dragon Shedding Technique,' lying dormant in the depths of the East Sea, barely clinging to life for a full one hundred and twenty-six years!"

"For over a hundred years, I have constantly tasted the pain of being devoured by lightning, and constantly thought of revenge! Today, I will use the flesh and souls of billions of humans in your Demon Capital to help me break through the shackles of the seventh rank! When I succeed, I will personally twist off the head of that old bastard Li Changqing to appease the spirit of my deceased wife in heaven!"

As it roared wildly, Feng Qingyang's gaze sharpened slightly.

He saw that Ao Yuan's enormous dragon body was covered with countless hideous and terrifying old wounds.

The deepest and longest of the wounds still have wisps of purple lightning crackling within them, constantly eroding the flesh and preventing the wounds from healing.

Those were the scars left by Lei Jun and Li Changqing.

Clearly, the so-called "dragon molting technique" is not without its costs.

This old dragon paid an unimaginable and terrible price to achieve its comeback today.

But now, his lifespan is about to end again, and the vitality within his dragon body is nearly exhausted, leaving him with no way out.

In this battle, one must either devour the Demon City, break through to the seventh rank, and be reborn.

Either you perish here and now.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Feng Qingyang coldly uttered four words and brandished his iron sword.

hum!

A towering, thousand-meter-tall azure divine sword image rose into the sky behind him, its sword energy crisscrossing and tearing through the sea of ​​clouds.

"court death!"

Ao Yuan was thoroughly enraged by Feng Qingyang's attitude and swung his dragon claw fiercely.

In an instant, the dark green demonic clouds poured down, transforming into billions of twisted and tormented human faces, emitting mournful roars, and converging into a torrent of vengeful spirits that rushed towards Feng Qingyang.

These are the wronged souls of humans who perished in the East China Sea over the past century, refined by it using secret methods, making them extremely vicious.

At the same time, beside Ao Yuan, a slightly smaller female dragon covered in dazzling silver scales let out a clear and melodious dragon roar.

That was Ao Yuan's daughter, Ao Yue.

She opened her dragon mouth, and a silver dragon breath spewed out, freezing the space in its path and turning it into an ice river that stretched across the sky, blocking all of Feng Qingyang's escape routes.

The father and daughter, both sixth-tier dragons, worked together seamlessly, one as the main attacker and the other as the support.

Under the impact of the torrent of vengeful spirits and the freezing of the icy dragon's breath, Feng Qingyang's divine sword form emitted mournful cries of unbearable strain, and its azure sword light was drastically compressed.

"puff!"

Feng Qingyang bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the iron sword.

"The sword rises, cleaving the sky!"

The divine sword suddenly shone brightly, exploding into thousands of fine cyan sword energies that formed a huge sword array, like a merciless meat grinder, annihilating and purifying the endless torrent of resentful souls!

The violent aftershocks of the sword energy shattered the icy river into pieces.

They temporarily forced the father and daughter to retreat from their attack.

But the price was that a trickle of blood had seeped from the corner of Feng Qingyang's mouth, and his hand holding the iron sword was trembling slightly.

He glanced down at the coastal defense line.

The soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division and the military are still fighting a bloody battle, but the number of demons is simply too great, seemingly endless. The defensive line is being eroded little by little, and casualties are increasing rapidly.

Can't drag it any longer!

"Old mudfish, Lei Jun was able to kill you once back then, and today I, Feng Qingyang, can kill you a second time."

Feng Qingyang grinned, his smile filled with a resolute determination that showed no fear of death.

He is no longer on the defensive.

The next moment, he actually dispersed the divine sword avatar on his own initiative, and his whole body merged with the iron sword in his hand, transforming into a blue rainbow that pierced through the heavens and the earth, and with a speed that exceeded the limits of vision, he stabbed straight at Ao Yuan's left eye, which was larger than a palace!

Their resolve to charge into battle is one of certain death!

This sword strike was both incredibly fast and incredibly ruthless!

Ao Yuan's massive dragon body didn't even have time to make a complete dodge maneuver; it could only subconsciously jerk its head to the side.

scoff!

The cyan sword light whistled past its dragon horn, and amidst a series of ear-piercing friction sounds and sparks, it actually managed to cut off half of its dragon horn, which was harder than millennium-old black iron!

"roar--!"

The excruciating pain caused Ao Yuan to let out a deafening roar, and dragon blood gushed out like a waterfall.

In that instant, the silver dragon Ao Yue seized the opportunity when Feng Qingyang's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated. Its scale-covered dragon tail, like a divine whip from the heavens, carried immense power and struck Feng Qingyang squarely on the back!

boom!

With a muffled thud, Feng Qingyang was struck as if by lightning, his entire body transformed into a shooting star, and he was sent flying dozens of miles away, smashing through countless clouds along the way.

"Puwa—"

He finally regained his balance, opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his face instantly turning ashen.

At least a dozen bones in his back were broken.

But he merely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced back at the giant city behind him, still brightly lit under the night sky.

That's Shanghai.

He recalled the look in the eyes of that figure from a hundred years ago, who was also dressed in a blue robe but was more domineering and sharper than him, as he handed him a token before leaving.

"Young man, I'm handing this Shanghai business over to you from now on. Don't let me down."

"As long as Feng Qingyang is here, Shanghai will remain."

This statement was not only a promise to his best friend, but also a mark that had long been etched into his very being.

He slowly turned his head to look at the two arrogant demonic dragons, his resolute expression even more intense.

He raised his sword again.

"Hehehe..." Ao Yuan didn't seem to be in a hurry to take Feng Qingyang's life immediately. It stretched out its huge tongue and licked the severed dragon horn. A cruel and playful look flashed in its vertical pupils.

"Feng Qingyang, you do have some skill, not much less than Li Changqing back then. But unfortunately, you're all alone. How long can you hold out? Once my eldest prince, Ao Li, escapes and arrives here, it will be your death day!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

Ao Li!

It was the black dragon whose tendons were pulled out by Li Changqing and who was punished to pull the general's cart!