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

The moment the great formation shattered, a figure, faster than sound, darted out from the shadow of the towering tree canopy, transforming into a streak of light, attempting to escape from the flank while everyone's attention was focused on Xia Buxiu.

It's Xia Ming.

That vice-principal who used to be sarcastic and cynical at the victory celebration banquet, who turned black into white at Shanghai Martial Arts University, and who personally activated the blood sacrifice array.

He pushed the technique of concealing his breath to its limit, almost merging himself with the surrounding ruins.

He had calculated the timing and direction perfectly, and he could even see the end of the street a hundred feet away. As long as he rushed out and blended into the vast ruins, he would have a chance to survive.

However, he had not yet flown more than a hundred feet.

A figure appeared without warning directly in front of him, blocking his entire path.

The figure was engulfed in crimson lightning and flames, clad in golden armor, and bore a striking resemblance to Feng Mo, though his brows held an even stronger air of arrogance and rage.

One of the Five Elements Thunder Dragon's incarnations, the Fire Element Great Sage!

Xia Ming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt a chill run down his spine!

He wanted to turn around, to retreat, but the golden-armored clone was faster than his thoughts.

A large hand engulfed in flames reached out, moving with lightning speed, like pinching a chick trying to escape its coop. It precisely grabbed Xia Ming's neck and lifted him into the air.

"Uh...ha..."

The feeling of suffocation came instantly. Xia Ming struggled desperately, but his sixth-level true energy was as fragile as a stream hitting a dam in the opponent's iron-like hand, unable to even make a ripple.

His legs were kicking wildly in mid-air, his face was turning purple, and he was spitting out a few words incoherently.

"General Feng... General Feng... don't kill me... I... I can atone for my crimes with meritorious service... all the secrets of the Xia family... the Demon Worship Cult... I have more information..."

His voice went from initial terror to pleading, and then to incoherent speech.

However, the Fire Elemental Great Sage's face remained expressionless.

The five fingers simply tightened slowly.

"Click."

A crisp sound of bone cracking, though not loud in the midst of the noisy battlefield, clearly reached the ears of everyone nearby.

Xia Ming's struggle came to an abrupt end, his head drooped limply, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes was completely extinguished.

With a casual flick of his wrist, as if discarding a piece of trash, the Fire Saint tossed Xia Ming's corpse into a deep crater blasted out by artillery fire below.

From the moment it appeared to the moment it was killed, it took only three breaths.

Clean and crisp, even carrying a chilling indifference.

On the other side.

"Let me go! You bunch of peasants! Do you even know who I am?!"

Xia Jidian was pinned to the ground by Yang Jinyun, his cheeks rubbed raw and bloody by the rough gravel.

This once arrogant and domineering young master of the Xia family, who had trampled on Jin Zhengyi's head and humiliated him so wantonly, was now disheveled, his face covered in blood and mud, looking like a stray dog ​​whose spine had been stepped on.

He struggled frantically, screaming with his last ounce of strength, his voice shrill and shattered.

"Feng Mo! You dare touch me? My ancestors were meritorious officials of the nation! You are shaking the foundation of the country! The capital will never let you get away with this!"

"Feng Mo! Go ahead and kill me if you dare! I, Xia Jidian, will haunt you even as a ghost!"

His curses were vicious and insane.

Feng Mo walked past him without pausing for even a second, nor did he glance at him even for a moment.

He merely glanced indifferently at the face contorted with extreme anger and fear, his voice so soft it sounded like he was talking to himself, yet it clearly reached Xia Jidian's ears.

"To become a ghost?"

Even as a ghost, I can still kill you.

The moment the words left his mouth, Xia Jidian's roar suddenly caught in his throat.

He froze, the mad flame in his eyes extinguished by a deeper, colder fear.

He finally understood what kind of being he was facing.

It was an absolute disregard for life and death, rules, and even ghosts and gods.

In his world, your identity, background, and what you become after death are all unimportant.

If they are enemies, then kill them.

Feng Mo pointed a finger, his martial spirit power striking Xia Jidian's head.

"puff!"

Xia Jidian's eyes widened as a large hole appeared in his head, splattering blood and brain matter. He collapsed, unable to utter a sound.

Yang Jinyun and the others felt immense pleasure watching this scene.

They turned to look at Jin Zhengyi in the distance, who was also covered in injuries, with a bandage on his left arm, but staring intently at them.

Kim Jung-yi's eyes reddened, but he didn't cry. Instead, he punched his chest hard.

The humiliations of the past vanished in this moment.

Having dealt with the surrounding foes, Feng Mo did not pause in his steps, stepping into the core of the Xia family's territory, which was completely covered by twisted ancient tree vines.

Behind him, Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, Liu Yun and other fierce generals of the Demon Slayer Division, as well as nearly ten thousand elite survivors, followed closely like a silent torrent of steel.

The sound of combat boots treading over the ruins merged into a somber drumbeat, setting the stage for the impending final reckoning.

As they ventured deeper, the stench of decaying vegetation mixed with the resentment of blood and flesh in the air grew increasingly intense.

The surrounding buildings had long been completely swallowed up by the dark vines, leaving only some twisted outlines.

On the vines, you can even see some corpses that have been drained of their flesh and blood, hanging there like dried meat, their deaths gruesome.

Oppressive, gloomy, and eerie.

However, not a single soldier of the Demon Slayer Division felt fear.

Because leading the way was the man who had annihilated a seventh-tier demon emperor with a single blow.

As long as that figure clad in crimson armor remains, they have nothing to fear.

Finally, they reached the deepest part of this demonic forest.

The enormous, demonized ancient tree stood right before our eyes.

Xia Buxiu's face, covered with bark-like patterns, was filled with fear, resentment, and bitterness. These emotions intertwined, making his already inhuman face appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

He struggled, trying to pull more roots out of the ground, but each struggle only made the cracks in the tree trunk more numerous, and caused the eerie, pus-like sap to splatter even more widely.

He turned himself into an immovable prison.

Feng Mo stopped in his tracks.

Behind him, two figures slowly walked forward and stood side by side with him.

One of them was Feng Qingyang. His face was still pale, but his eyes were as sharp as ever.

He looked at the demonic tree before him, at his old rival with whom he had fought openly and covertly for nearly a hundred years, his expression complex.

The other one is Li Changqing, the Lei Jun from a hundred years ago. At this moment, his hands are still wrapped in medical bandages, and he looks like a kind, chubby uncle next door.

He simply raised his head calmly, gazing at the ancient, demonized tree that had devoured the entire Xia family territory and the last vestige of humanity within the Xia family.

The three figures represent the legacy of three generations of the Demon Slayer Division in Shanghai.

They all raised their heads and silently gazed at the enormous, dying creature before them.

It's time to reclaim, with interest, the pain the Xia family brought to hundreds of millions of people in Shanghai.