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

Xia Buxiu felt those three gazes.

A cold, ancient ice-like figure, belonging to Feng Mo, devoid of any emotion, merely observing a lifeless object.

A sharp blade, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, belonged to Feng Qingyang, brimming with suppressed rage and killing intent.

There was another one, calm as a deep pool or ancient well, which belonged to Li Changqing, yet it instilled the deepest fear in Xia Buxiu.

Because beneath that calm, he felt a heavy resentment that had been building up for 126 years, a resentment powerful enough to scorch the heavens and boil the seas.

"Li Changqing! Feng Qingyang! Feng Mo!"

Xia Buxiu roared fiercely, trying to mask his inner panic with his voice.

"Do you truly intend to exterminate us all, disregarding the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty? My Xia family..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Mo had already taken a step forward.

The crimson gold armor shimmered with light.

The next moment, the towering image of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, thousands of meters tall, descended once again upon this defiled land!

A terrifying, ancient, and ferocious aura suddenly spread, causing the entire Xia family territory to tremble under its pressure.

The remaining demonic vines, as if encountering a natural enemy, frantically shrank into the ground.

The Dharma image did not have any unnecessary movements.

The giant golden arm, like a pillar supporting the sky, slowly extended.

Five fingers, as large as mountains, with unparalleled power, were deeply embedded between the massive and twisted trunk and vines of the demonized ancient tree.

Then, exert your strength!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The entire earth was trembling violently!

As if a magnitude 12 earthquake had occurred, countless huge cracks spread wildly in all directions from the center of the demon tree.

The countless roots of the demonized ancient tree, deeply embedded in the earth's veins and drawing upon the resentment and spiritual energy of the entire demonic city, were at this moment forced, inch by inch, from the earth by an irresistible brute force...

It was pulled up by force!

"Aaaaaahh ...

Xia Buxiu let out a shrill scream that sounded inhuman.

The sound of roots frantically breaking off from the earth was like a mountain collapsing and the sky crumbling.

Countless streams of dark demon blood mixed with churning soil shot into the sky, spraying hundreds of feet away, creating a foul-smelling rain of blood.

This towering demon tree, which had grown for countless years, devoured countless humans of the Demon City, and carried Xia Buxiu's dream of reaching the seventh rank, was uprooted from the earth by the Great Sage's Dharma Form!

The scene was absolutely stunning!

The soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division in the distance, the surviving citizens of the Demon City, and everyone who witnessed this scene through various spiritual light screens were all horrified and speechless.

This is no longer a battle.

This is the work of the gods moving mountains!

The Great Sage's Dharma Form lifted the enormous tree trunk into the air, and then, with a sudden burst of strength, the two giant hands clenched together!

"Snap—!!!"

A cracking sound, both incredibly crisp and incredibly loud, resounded through the sky!

The demon tree trunk, which was harder than divine iron, was pinched in two right in the middle!

Countless wood chips and pitch-black sap burst forth.

In the center of the tree trunk, Xia Buxiu's face, which was mostly covered by tree bark and twisted beyond recognition, was completely exposed.

His eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

Just one step away...

He was just one step away from using this demonic tree as a foundation to participate in the mysteries of the domain and reach the coveted seventh rank!

At that time, he will gain an incredibly long lifespan, and even among the demon race, he will have a place!

But now, everything has vanished.

His greatest reliance and strongest trump card were as fragile as withered branches and rotten wood in the field before the appearance of this peerless divine monkey.

With a swift movement of its massive hand, the Dharma Image threw Xia Buxiu's half-human, half-tree remains, along with the broken tree roots, onto the ruins below, creating a huge crater.

After doing all this, the Great Sage's Dharma Image slowly dissipated.

Feng Mo remained standing in the same spot, as if the earth-shattering scene just now had nothing to do with him.

Uproot it completely.

This is not just uprooting a tree, but completely eradicating the Xia family's five-hundred-year-old foundation in Shanghai, leaving not a trace!

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned into silence by this domineering and unparalleled scene.

Just then, Li Changqing slowly walked forward.

He walked slowly, each step making a soft sound as he stepped on the crushed bluestone slabs of the Xia family's ancestral land.

He didn't look at the Xia family members around him, trembling and ashen-faced under the oppressive force, nor at the land beneath his feet, soaked in demon blood and emitting a foul stench.

He simply stared calmly at Xia Buxiu, who was lying on his deathbed in the deep pit, his body contorted in pain, as if he were looking at a story from 126 years ago that had been deliberately sealed away and stained with blood.

Then he spoke.

His voice was soft, and his tone was as calm as a history teacher standing on a podium, telling his students a distant and faded story.

"One hundred and twenty-six years."

His first words caused Feng Qingyang's body to tremble almost imperceptibly.

"One hundred and twenty-six years ago, Ao Yuan, the Dragon King of the East Sea, led a million demons of the East Sea to launch a surprise attack on the Demon Capital."

Li Changqing's voice was calm, without roaring, accusation, or even the slightest hint of anger.

"That battle was extremely fierce. The Thunder Battalion, which I personally assembled, had 3,600 men, and more than 70% of them were killed overnight."

"I requested aid from the capital and from the surrounding war zones. The closest reinforcements were the three elite battalions led by your Xia family's collateral branch, which were stationed at Tiger Leap Cliff at the time."

He paused, his gaze finally settling on Xia Buxiu's face.

"However, the support order was deliberately delayed for a full twelve hours."

"Twelve hours, do you know what that means? It means that I, with less than a thousand people left, am facing a horde of over three million monsters that will arrive later."

"I still remember that the sea was red that day. My brothers fell one by one, until finally, I was the only one left."

Feng Qingyang closed his eyes, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the sword hilt.

Li Changqing seemed oblivious to his odd behavior and continued narrating in that flat, almost cruel tone.

"I thought it was just a simple miscoupling, caused by the chaos of war. Until I fought to the death and killed the old Dragon King, standing on the mountain of corpses covered in blood, a crossbow bolt that was meant to be shot at a monster was shot at me from behind."

"That arrow pierced my martial spirit. It also made me realize that this was no accident."

"Later, I learned that it was because I, a general from humble beginnings, was in the way of certain people. They wanted me to die at the hands of monsters so that they could take over the city and turn it into their private property."

Li Changqing's gaze shifted to Feng Qingyang, who remained silent beside him.

"Wasn't Feng's adjutant your nephew, Xia Buxiu?"

Xia Buxiu's mangled body shuddered violently, and for the first time, genuine terror appeared in his eyes.

"At the most critical moment, he betrayed us and joined the demons, attempting to break through the last defensive array of the Demon City. If it weren't for Feng Xiaozhi's decisive action, killing him with a single sword strike on the front lines, the Demon City would have been gone 126 years ago."

Feng Qingyang opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot.

That year, he was only in his early twenties, full of youthful vigor.

The adjutant he personally killed was once his most trusted brother.

Every word Li Changqing uttered was like a knife, tearing open a bloody scar that he had kept sealed for a hundred years.

"Later, your Xia family used this as an excuse to join forces with the powerful families in the capital to attack me and Feng Xiaozi, saying that we had harmed the descendants of meritorious officials, acted cruelly, and were unworthy to rule the capital."

"Later, my martial spirit was damaged, and I was forced to leave the Demon Capital. Young Master Feng took over as commander-in-chief, but he was hampered by you at every turn. These past hundred years must have been quite uncomfortable for him, haven't they?"

Li Changqing finally finished speaking.

He didn't question or lash out; he simply stated his position.

But it was precisely this calm statement that made every word feel like a red-hot branding iron, branding it fiercely onto Xia Buxiu's soul and onto the faces of all the Xia family members.

It turns out that the root of the so-called century-old feud was so despicable and base.

The people of Shanghai who heard all this through the light screen in the square were completely in an uproar!

"Beasts! So it was these beasts who were behind this over a hundred years ago!"

"No wonder Lei Jun left Shanghai! He was forced out by these despicable people!"

"Kill them! Uproot this cancerous cancer from the Xia family!"

In the deep pit, Xia Buxiu lay paralyzed among the rubble, letting out a hoarse, bellowing sound.

His face, cracked like tree bark, no longer showed any human expression, only endless resentment and madness.

With his last ounce of strength, he roared to the sky, his voice piercing through the remains of the ancient tree and soaring into the heavens.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain!"

"The destruction of my Xia family today is merely a miscalculation!"

"If I had reached the seventh rank a moment earlier, you would be the ones standing here on these ruins today, filled with resentment!!"

"Li Changqing! Feng Qingyang! I, Xia Buxiu, though defeated, am not convinced! I am not convinced!!!"