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

The stench of blood from the East China Sea had not yet completely dissipated from the gaps in the Crimson Gold Sky-Swallowing Armor.

The ancient ferocity that had not yet fully subsided after slaughtering the seventh-tier demon emperor still rippled around Feng Mo like invisible waves.

As he stepped through the charred East Gate of the Demon City, blackened by dragon flames and demon blood, the air along the entire street seemed to freeze under the weight of his aura.

Along the streets, behind the ruins of collapsed buildings, pairs of eyes peeked out from the shadows.

Fear, hesitation, bewilderment.

It wasn't until someone saw the iconic crimson-gold armor and the young face that had appeared on the city's light screen that the truth came out.

"It's...it's General Feng!"

A hoarse cry, tinged with sobs, was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool.

"General Feng is back! We're saved!"

"Waaaah... I'm back, I'm really back!"

The pent-up despair found an outlet at this moment.

The cheers spread like wildfire from the city gates all the way into the heart of the city.

The surviving people rushed out of the basements and dilapidated buildings where they had been hiding. They were ragged and covered in dust, but they knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed to the figure that was slowly walking towards them, weeping uncontrollably.

This is not flattery of power, but a pilgrimage to a savior.

Feng Mo did not stop.

His gaze passed over the crowd of survivors and looked toward the city center.

Under the keen eyes of the authorities, the demonic aura belonging to the Xia family, entrenched in the west of the city and mixed with vegetation and vengeful spirits, was like a huge malignant tumor, stubbornly eroding the vitality of the city.

Behind him, Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, Liu Yun, and other fierce generals of the Demon Slayer Division followed silently.

Their armor was also tattered and stained with blood, but everyone's eyes shone with an alarming intensity, and their backs were ramrod straight.

They are following a living legend.

……

Outside Wuhan University in Shanghai, there is a huge plaza that has been half-flattened by an energy cannon.

This place, once a place where freshmen poured their sweat, has now become a temporary battlefield command post.

Feng Qingyang leaned against a broken stone carving, his face as pale as paper.

The shattering of his S-rank divine sword martial spirit almost took away all his energy and spirit. At this moment, he was like a lazy old man who could be swept away by the wind at any time, with no trace of the sharpness of a sixth-rank powerhouse.

Not far away, Li Changqing was surrounded by several military medical corps divisions. His arms were enveloped in purple lightning power and medical aura, and his bones were slowly remodeling.

This Lei Jun from a hundred years ago looks more like a chubby uncle next door who has just lost a fight, but the shrewd glint that flashes in his eyes when they occasionally open and close is still unsettling.

Yun Wanrou stood to the side, her injuries equally severe. The excessive depletion of the Drought Demon's original power had left a sickly blush on her beautiful face.

Jin Zhengyi, Chu Qiulan, and other surviving students from Wuhan University, along with the soldiers who had fought valiantly, spontaneously gathered around the square, creating a somber and oppressive atmosphere.

All eyes were drawn to the entrance of the square.

When Feng Mo appeared, the entire ruins fell silent.

"Feng boy." Feng Qingyang grinned, trying to smile, but the pain aggravated his internal injuries, causing his lips to twitch.

Feng Mo walked up to him, nodded, and that was his way of greeting him.

Just then.

A figure that almost blended into the shadows appeared without warning three steps in front of Feng Mo and knelt on one knee.

He was completely shrouded in a black cloak, obscuring his face, but a sharp and concentrated killing intent flashed by.

They were the secret guards jointly commanded by Feng Qingyang and Li Changqing.

"General Feng."

The guard's voice was hoarse and deep, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

He raised his hands high, presenting a jade slip that was entirely black and shrouded in wisps of cold air.

"The Xia family's treason is irrefutable, and all the evidence is recorded here."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats at that moment.

Feng Mo accepted the jade slip.

It felt cold to the touch, and even carried a hint of resentment, like that of a living creature.

He lightly brushed his fingertips across the surface of the jade slip, and a surge of powerful martial spirit energy instantly flowed in, activating the sealed spiritual rune images within.

Instead of watching it himself, he turned around and tossed it away casually.

The jade slip floated in mid-air, shooting out a beam of light that opened up a huge holographic light screen covering hundreds of meters above the ruins square.

The light screen lit up.

The first scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

The location was a secret underground chamber deep within the Xia family's territory.

Xia Ming, the vice-principal of Shanghai Martial Arts University, a man who usually appeared dignified and full of moralistic rhetoric, was standing in the center of a huge blood-red magic array with a fanatical expression.

He personally pressed the crystals, each shimmering with an eerie red light, into the nodes of the formation.

As he moved, the magic array roared into action.

The scene shifts to several blocks in Shanghai, where countless vines hidden underground burst forth from the soil, frantically wrapping around the fleeing civilians.

Amidst the piercing screams, vibrant lives were drained of their life force and turned into dried corpses in the blink of an eye.

Their blood and flesh essence transformed into streaks of blood, traversing space and continuously flowing into the magic array beneath Xia Ming's feet.

"Not enough! Still not enough! The Ancestor needs more offerings to break through to the seventh rank!" Xia Ming's frantic roar echoed clearly in the sky above the plaza.

The area around the square instantly erupted in chaos!

"Beast! Xia Ming, that beast!"

"My wife...my children...died at the hands of these vines! It was them!"

"The Xia family! I will never forgive the Xia family!"

Angry roars and sorrowful cries mingled together.

However, this is just the beginning.

The screen flashed, and the scene changed.

Outside the Demon Slayer Division headquarters, in the domed underground palace that suppresses the black dragon Ao Li.

Several martial artists dressed in Xia family attire appeared like ghosts, silently slitting the guards' throats from behind with poisoned daggers.

One of them was Xia Jidian from the Xia family.

He was covered in demonic features, and he took out a jet-black jade talisman and stuck it on the tightly closed bronze door.

The jade talisman melted, turning into a wisp of black smoke that eroded the dragon tendon seal on the door, which had been personally laid out by Lei Jun Li Changqing.

The seal is breaking apart, inch by inch.

A pair of cold and tyrannical golden vertical pupils suddenly opened!

"boom--!!!"

The crowd in the square completely rioted!

If sacrificing civilians is utterly immoral, then releasing the demonic dragon is a complete act of treason! It would push the entire Demon City into an abyss of no return!

"Traitors! The Xia family are traitors!"

"Kill them! Kill these scum of humanity!"

Li Changqing, standing in front of the light screen, watched as the Xia family broke his seal from a hundred years ago in this way. His face turned ashen, and the lightning that had just subsided around him crackled uncontrollably once again.

The scene changes for the third time.

This time, it was the center of the domain of the demonized ancient tree of the Xia family.

Xia Buxiu, the patriarch of the Xia family, sat cross-legged in the heart of the ancient tree, his half-human, half-tree form clearly exposed to everyone.

The overwhelming demonic aura, even through the light barrier, sent shivers down the spines of countless martial artists with low cultivation levels.

Standing before him was a blurry figure in black robes, the same demon from the Demon Worshiping Cult who had previously appeared at the Jade Face Sect.

All that could be heard was Xia Buxiu's aged and venomous voice saying, "How are Ao Yuan's preparations going? Tell the Venerable One that as long as he helps me break through to the seventh rank, after I sacrifice myself in the Demon Capital, the entire southeastern part of Great Xia will be his ranch!"

The three video clips have finished playing.

The light curtain slowly dissipated.

The thunderous curses and roars in the square eerily subsided.

Instead, there was a deathly silence.

A suffocating silence that arises from the extreme intertwining of anger, sorrow, and humiliation.

The whole city is waiting for a verdict.

With the help of two medics, Feng Qingyang slowly stood up.

His green robe fluttered in the sea breeze. Despite being severely injured and barely breathing, at that moment, he seemed to have transformed back into the powerful Shanghai general who could level mountains and seas with a single sword.

He looked around the room, his gaze sweeping over the faces that were filled with grief, indifference, or expectation.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears with unprecedented clarity.

"The Xia family colluded with the Demon Worship Cult, sacrificed their own people, and released a demonic dragon. The evidence against them is irrefutable."

"Effective immediately, the Xia family's eighteen prominent clans are stripped of their titles and punished for treason—"

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, each word like iron, his voice resounding throughout the city.

"Seize their property!"

"Slaughter the entire family!"

"Anyone who resists will be killed without exception!"

In the square, countless people instantly burst into tears.

Feng Qingyang paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to the tall figure in front of him.

"This order shall be carried out personally by Acting General Feng Mo."

The executioner's blade has been handed over to the person most deserving to wield it.