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

The execution continued.

These four simple words declared that no one could stop the coming reckoning.

But Feng Mo did not immediately swing the iron rod.

He raised his hand and gestured towards the air.

Above the ruins of the Xia family's ancestral land, the enormous holographic light screen lit up once again.

All the evidence recorded by the secret guard "Shadow Three" at the risk of his life was played back on a loop without reservation.

The first scene is set in a gloomy underground chamber, where Xia Ming, then the vice-principal of Shanghai Martial Arts University, personally activates a blood-red magic array. He grins as he watches countless vines surge from the ground, sucking the innocent civilians in the square dry into dried corpses, providing sacrifices for Xia Buxiu's breakthrough.

The second part is about Xia Jidian, an elder of the Xia family, who, along with a group of assassins, cruelly murdered the guards outside the dungeon of the Demon Slayer Headquarters. They used a black jade talisman to corrode the dragon tendon seal that Li Changqing had personally set up, ultimately causing the sixth-order demon dragon Ao Li to escape and bring annihilation to the Demon Capital.

The third part is about Xia Buxiu, who is now half-human and half-tree, deep in the Xia family's ancestral land. He has a secret meeting with a black-robed demon from the Demon Worship Cult and promises that after he helps Xia Buxiu break through to the seventh rank in the Blood Sacrifice Demon Capital, he will hand over the entire southeastern region of the Great Xia to the demon race as their pasture.

Each and every case presented irrefutable evidence.

Every frame is steeped in heinous crimes and betrayals.

Inside the city of Shanghai, countless surviving citizens watched the light screen, clenching their fists and gritting their teeth.

Many people could no longer control themselves and broke down in tears.

Those once high and mighty families, whom they had looked up to for hundreds of years, turned out to be evil spirits sucking their blood.

Feng Mo's gaze swept across the entire venue, finally settling on the light screen.

His voice, infused with powerful martial spirit energy, not only resounded throughout the ruins but also, through broadcasting, clearly reached every corner of Shanghai.

"The Xia family is one of the eighteen prominent families in Shanghai. They have been favored by the country for generations and have enjoyed the worship of the people for five hundred years."

"In the face of calamity, instead of thinking of serving the country, they sacrifice their compatriots, using millions of lives as offerings to pave their own selfish path."

"Colluded with the Demon Worship Cult, they released a demonic dragon, turning Shanghai into a living hell."

"Looking back, in the Battle of the East China Sea 126 years ago, you deliberately delayed the battle and launched sneak attacks on your colleagues. Your intentions are despicable!"

Feng Mo paused, and each word struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Today, in the name of the Acting Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Slayer Division of Shanghai, I hereby pronounce judgment!"

"The Xia family shall be punished for both treason and crimes against humanity—"

"Seize their property! Execute their entire family! To set the record straight!"

The words fell.

The Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) crashed down!

There were no earth-shattering noises, and no dazzling light effects.

There is only one ultimate, pure, suppressive power that completely erases all existence.

Xia Buxiu's half-human, half-tree mutilated body, along with the earth beneath him, was instantly crushed into the most insignificant dust under the crimson-gold staff shadow.

His martial soul core, which was just one step away from reaching the seventh rank and contained immense demonic power and resentment, didn't even have time to utter a single cry before it vanished into nothingness along with his physical body.

A thousand-year-old foundation, a seven-tiered dream, vanished like smoke.

After the main culprit of the Xia family was executed in public, Feng Mo's gaze fell on the remaining members of the Xia family who were kneeling in the distance, trembling with fear.

There were several hundred people.

Old, young, male, female.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair.

A golden light flashed in Feng Mo's eyes, and his Fiery Eyes of Truth instantly activated.

In his view, the fortunes, bloodlines, and even the depths of the souls of these hundreds of people presented different scenes.

Some of them were shrouded in demonic energy and their bodies were covered in blood-red light, clearly indicating that they had been deeply involved in demonic transformation cultivation and that their hands were stained with the blood of innocent people.

The other group, though lacking demonic aura, exuded a sinister and violent aura, clearly being core henchmen of the Xia family, who routinely bullied and oppressed the good.

However, there was a small group, mostly women, children, and teenagers. Although they bore the bloodline of the Xia family, they were clean and pure, untouched by any demonic energy or bloodshed.

Feng Mo flicked his hand, and his martial spirit power transformed into the character "斩" (Zhan, meaning "slay"), which flew to the sinner's forehead. "Yang Jinyun."

"Your subordinate is here!" Yang Jinyun strode forward and knelt on one knee.

His voice was devoid of any emotion: "Anyone branded by my Martial Soul is tainted with demonic energy and has blood on their hands. Slaughter them on the spot, leave no one alive."

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Jinyun stood up, his tiger-like eyes flashing with a sharp light. With a wave of his hand, dozens of his personal guards pounced on him like wolves.

In an instant, screams, pleas for mercy, and curses filled the air.

But the soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division showed no mercy.

They thought of their fallen comrades and the civilians who had been drained of their life force, and their swords swung with even greater resolve.

In less than fifteen minutes, hundreds of corpses appeared in the square.

The smell of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

Feng Mo's gaze finally fell on the surviving women and children, who were huddled together in fear.

"From this day forward, the Xia family of Shanghai will cease to exist in the Great Xia Dynasty."

His voice once again resounded throughout the city.

"You are hereby stripped of your cultivation, stripped of your surnames, and forever forbidden from entering the martial arts world."

"If anyone is dissatisfied, or harbors resentment and plots revenge in the future..."

Feng Mo paused, his eyes turning cold.

"Xia Buxiu, this is your fate."

No one dared to say "no".

For these Xia family members who were born into a life of luxury, abolishing their cultivation, stripping them of everything, and forcing them to live like ants might be a crueler punishment than simply killing them.

But this was Feng Mo's verdict.

Ruthless, yet leaving room for maneuver.

He was not a bloodthirsty madman; he had his own unwavering principles.

After doing all this, Feng Mo put away the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

The twelve officers stepped forward to receive the final orders.

"The Xia family's treasury is confiscated. The Xia family's assets are taken over by the Demon Slayer Bureau. All files and secret documents are to be placed in the archives and organized by Liu Yun."

"Yes, sir!"

The Demon Slayer Division, this massive war machine, began to operate at maximum efficiency.

The Xia family's businesses and accumulated wealth, built up over hundreds of years, were uprooted in an instant.

The clan treasury was violently broken open, revealing mountains of spirit stones, pills, cultivation manuals, jade slips, and divine weapons, all gleaming alluringly in the afterglow of the setting sun. Yet, the soldiers, expressionless, meticulously registered and stored them in their magical storage containers.

Those once high and mighty members of the Xia family, now wearing shackles that imprisoned their cultivation, were escorted into prison carts.

A thousand years of heritage and five hundred years of glory vanished in a single day.