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

The entire room fell silent.

The crisp sound of the slap was so loud you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, their minds blank.

Gu Chongyi...

A late-stage seventh-tier expert! The Gu family's strongest combat force outside the capital! A big shot in the capital!

Right there in the victory celebration hall of the Demon Slayer General Headquarters, under the watchful eyes of all the top powers in the capital...

He was slapped across the face by an eighteen-year-old boy and sent flying?

That's the protective true energy of the late seventh rank! Even for a powerhouse of the same rank, it would be impossible to break through it so easily!

But in front of that palm, the protective aura that was supposed to withstand the bombardment of tactical-level energy cannons failed to form even the slightest obstacle.

"Glug."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound unusually jarring in the deathly silence.

On the high platform, the astonishment on Xiao Po-xiao's face had not yet faded, but deep in his eyes, a hint of fervor and excitement had already flashed.

A madman! A complete and utter madman!

But he likes it!

Feng Mo slowly withdrew his hand, without even glancing at Gu Chongyi, who was struggling a dozen meters away.

He raised his hand and gently brushed two fingers against the palm where he had just slapped himself.

A dusting motion.

"puff!"

Gu Chongyi, who had just managed to prop himself up, saw this scene and his blood rushed to his head, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood. The rationality in his eyes was replaced by madness.

"You...you dare to insult me!!" he roared, as if he had gone mad.

However, Feng Mo completely ignored him.

His indifferent gaze shifted from the "dead dog" on the ground and slowly swept over the representatives from all sides who had just stood up and echoed him, their expressions now stiff.

The elders of the Burning Heaven Holy Land, the middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows from the Azure Cloud Sect... every face was filled with horror.

Their joint attack was based on the influence of the Gu family and on the "law" and "rules".

They imagined Feng Mo would be angry, would defend himself, and would roar.

But they never imagined that the counterattack would come so quickly, so...unreasonably!

A slap!

With just one slap, all their reliance and calculations were shattered!

Looking into Feng Mo's calm and unwavering eyes, a chilling coldness shot from their tailbone straight to the top of their heads.

This boy never intended to follow the rules with them.

"you,"

Feng Mo finally spoke, his voice breaking the suffocating silence.

"You're not happy about it, are you?"

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

With a sway, his entire figure transformed into a blurry afterimage.

No, not one!

In the perception of those seventh-tier experts, Feng Mo seemed to transform into seven or eight afterimages at the same time, appearing precisely in front of each of the people who had been shouting the loudest!

"not good!"

The elder of the Burning Heaven Holy Land's pupils shrank sharply, and his true energy erupted wildly, instantly forming a thick shield of flames in front of him.

It's too late.

"Smack!!!"

Another slap.

It was even louder than the previous one!

The fiery shield shattered into a shower of sparks.

The hand passed through the flames and landed firmly on his terrified old face.

"Bang!"

Following in Gu Chongyi's footsteps, this elder of the holy land spun around and flew out, smashing a precious jade table into pieces.

This is just the beginning.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

A series of rapid slaps echoed wildly throughout the hall.

The middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows from the Qingyun Sect was slapped so hard that he and his sword flew backward and crashed into a pillar of the hall. The blood spurting from his mouth stained the golden dragon scales crimson.

The representative of the Heavenly Talisman Sect had just crushed a defensive jade talisman when the glowing shield was shattered by a palm strike, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

……

Every single one!

Everyone who stood up to criticize Feng Mo just now!

Whether it's the peak of the sixth rank, the early stage of the seventh rank, or even the middle stage of the seventh rank!

Without exception!

The protective aura was as thin as a cicada's wing in front of Feng Mo.

Their identities, their status, their backers—all became a joke at this moment.

It was only a matter of two breaths.

When Feng Mo's figure returned to the center of the hall, not even the hem of his clothes was ruffled.

Around him, people lay scattered about, some leaning to one side, others lying on the ground.

The cups and plates were scattered everywhere, and crumbs were strewn all over the floor.

Seven or eight important figures who could shake the capital with a stomp of their feet were now either unconscious or groaning in pain, looking utterly pathetic.

The entire hall was completely silent.

All the previous whispers, gloating, and disdainful scrutiny had now turned into blank stares and horror.

Everyone stared at the young man standing in the center of the hall, hands in his pockets, with an indifferent expression.

Is this... even human?

Where did this ancient ferocious beast come from?!

Feng Mo raised his finger and gently tapped the struggling experts.

He uttered a single word indifferently.

"Certainly."

hum-

An invisible and intangible mysterious power spread out instantly.

The Three Earthly Fiend Techniques: Immobilization!

In an instant, the seven or eight powerful figures who had been struggling just moments before stopped moving and froze completely.

An elder remained in a position where he supported himself with one hand on the ground, while the other hand trembled as he pointed at Feng Mo. His face was frozen in that instant, filled with resentment and horror.

Another powerful man opened his mouth, about to utter a curse, but his mouth remained frozen open, and not a sound came out of his throat.

Others had eyes full of terror, their bodies contorted into bizarre postures as they tried to retreat, but were frozen in place.

They come in all shapes and sizes, displaying a variety of ugly behaviors.

They stood frozen in place, becoming statues of shame, displayed in this magnificent hall.

They were fully conscious, able to perceive everything around them, and could see the gazes cast upon them, a mixture of pity and fear.

But their bodies were completely immobile, not even a little finger.

This feeling is ten thousand times worse than killing them!

"What...what kind of method is this?!"

"Words become law? Domain power? No! There's no domain fluctuation!"

"A soul attack? Not quite!"

In the main hall, a powerful figure finally lowered his voice and exclaimed in surprise.

They had never heard of such a bizarre and domineering technique of confinement!

Feng Mo ignored their shock.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his cold gaze slowly sweeping across the entire room, from the silent guests to the ashen-faced members of the Gu family, and finally landing on those few living "statues".

"You ask me, on what grounds?"

He spoke each word clearly and distinctly, his voice penetrating everyone's ears.

"Just because of this."

Feng Mo slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

It was a hand with distinct joints, yet at this moment it seemed to contain the power to overturn the world.

"It can suppress demons, and it can also suppress people."

He withdrew his fist, his eyes sharp.

"I killed Ao Yuan, the Demon Emperor of the East Sea, a seventh-rank demon."

"The rebellious Xia family of Shanghai colluded with the demon race to sacrifice an entire city. I pacified it."

"As for Gu Chongli,"

He let out a contemptuous sneer, his gaze fixed on the stunned Gu Chongyi on the ground.

"Cowardly during wartime, pleading for mercy afterward. Such trash should be killed, and that's the end of it."

"I'm putting my words here today."

Feng Mo's voice suddenly turned cold, and a pure killing intent erupted, causing the temperature in the hall to drop sharply.

"Anyone who dares to utter another word about this matter shall not be allowed to speak further."

His gaze slowly swept over the several immobilized "statues".

"Their fate will be the same as theirs."