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

Midnight has passed, and the long night is drawing to a close.

A sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon in the eastern part of the capital.

The sunlight was blocked by something invisible, and the light cast on the ruins of the royal mansion was cold and biting.

Smoke curls from the charred ruins.

The strong smell of blood and burnt flesh lingered, making one feel nauseous.

Several crows, smelling the blood, circled in mid-air, their hoarse cries adding to the desolation of this dead land.

Overnight, the Wang family, a second-rate noble clan that had dominated the capital for over six hundred years, was wiped out, and their mansion was reduced to ashes.

The news had spread throughout the capital before dawn, causing an unprecedented uproar.

Seal ink.

This name, along with titles such as "butcher," "madman," and "deadly star," is mentioned by countless people with gritted teeth, yet is also silenced by even more people with awe and fear.

The capital city remained sleepless all night.

All the aristocratic families and sects were brightly lit, and secret family orders were urgently issued, forcibly awakening the patriarchs who had been in seclusion.

The death list that Xiao Zhen provided was no secret.

The dozen or so factions on the list are experiencing extreme panic, as if the end of the world is approaching.

In the Li family south of the city, the patriarch's hair turned white overnight.

Before dawn, he personally broke the limbs of his eldest grandson, put him in a prison cart, and dumped his body in front of the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Beside it was also a blood-written letter listing his crimes, an attempt to sacrifice the pawn to save the king.

The Zhao family in the north of the city attempted to unite with other prominent families to put pressure on the chief commander. Some even wanted to knock on the "Tongtianque" where the emperor was in seclusion, invoking ancient ancestral rules to exert restraint.

However, the messengers they sent out were silently dealt with by the demon-slaying guards lurking in the shadows before they could go far from the mansion gates.

Even more so, the Sun family, whose patriarch acted decisively, scattered ninety percent of their secret treasury's wealth, and had their clansmen break into smaller groups and flee the capital overnight.

But they soon discovered, to their despair, that the entire capital city had been surrounded like an iron barrel.

Xiao Po-xiao personally led the most elite "Mysterious Bird Guards" of the Demon Slayer Division to block all exits from the city.

Without the commander's order, not even a fly can get out.

This is no longer a test, nor a warning.

This was a pre-planned surgical strike against the rotten flesh of the capital!

For a time, the entire upper class of the capital was in a state of panic, with everyone feeling insecure.

Public opinion, too, exploded in this oppressive atmosphere.

Countless ordinary people, through various channels, saw the horrific holographic projection of the blood pool underground in the Wang family's territory, and were filled with righteous indignation and applause.

They spontaneously revered Feng Mo as "the Upright Official," and some even set up longevity tablets for him in their homes, praying for him day and night.

However, the powerful nobles and civil officials whose interests were tied to those of the major aristocratic families showed a completely different attitude.

A flurry of memorials were submitted, denouncing Feng Mo as a "cruel official and butcher," accusing him of tyranny, slaughtering meritorious officials overnight, and undermining the foundation of the Great Xia Kingdom, deeming his intentions utterly despicable.

Undercurrents were surging within the imperial court.

However, faced with overwhelming pressure from all sides, Xiao Zhen, the deputy director of the Demon Slaying Command, only conveyed four words through the Command.

"The evidence is conclusive."

These four words, like an unshakeable sacred mountain, suppressed all dissenting voices and demonstrated the iron-fisted determination of one of the pillars of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The storms outside seemed to have no effect on the person inside "Tingzhuxuan".

Feng Mo sat cross-legged in the quiet room all night.

The Wang family was wiped out, and nearly 500,000 defense breach points were gained, making the numbers on the system panel plentiful again.

He remained unmoved by this, his mind as still as a deep well.

For him, this was just the beginning.

In the early morning, the first rays of true sunlight pierced through the haze and shone into the courtyard.

Just when all the forces in the capital thought that Feng Mo would temporarily stop after stirring up such a huge wave, waiting for the storm to subside.

squeak-

The wooden door of Tingzhuxuan was slowly pushed open.

Feng Mo was still dressed in simple black casual clothes, and on his shoulder, he still carried that seemingly ordinary crimson-gold iron rod.

He took a step forward, his aura even more restrained than yesterday, and the golden light that flashed in his occasionally opening and closing eyes was even more intimidating.

Outside the gate, five hundred elite demon-slaying soldiers had already assembled.

Their aura was even more concentrated than the night before, and a fervent flame burned in the eyes of each of them.

After a night of bloodshed and fire, they have completely transformed into blades belonging only to Feng Mo.

"Set off."

Feng Mo only said two words before stepping forward.

A steel torrent of five hundred men followed silently behind him, their chilling aura rising to the sky.

Countless divine thoughts that had been secretly observing froze at this moment.

crazy!

This madman is really not going to stop!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, this black army of death, with a clear objective, marched through the long street and headed straight for the west of the city.

There, on the list, was the second-ranked family—the Chen family.

A century-old family renowned in the capital for its elixir business, possessing wealth comparable to that of a nation, yet secretly using living people to refine wicked elixirs.

Outside the Chen family mansion, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Unlike the Wang family, who chose to fight head-on, Chen Daoxuan, the patriarch of the Chen family, did not gather his elite warriors. Instead, he activated the family's strongest protective formation, the "Nine Mysterious Tortoise Shell Formation."

He himself, dressed in a second-rank court robe, held a bright yellow scroll aloft in both hands, standing alone on the steps in front of the formation, his expression both arrogant and nervous.

Upon seeing Feng Mo's figure appear at the street corner, Chen Daoxuan suddenly unrolled the scroll in his hand and loudly proclaimed, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding area.

As the scroll unfurled, a palm-sized golden token, engraved with eight ancient seal characters reading "Bestowed by the Emperor Taizu, exempt from death three times," slowly emerged and hovered in mid-air.

A wisp of pale golden dragon energy lingered around the token, exuding an ancient majesty originating from the early days of the Great Xia Dynasty!

"Feng Mo!"

Chen Daoxuan's voice was shrill and hysterical.

"This is a pardon bestowed upon my Chen family ancestors by the founding emperor! It has endured for a thousand years, nurtured by the nation's fortune!"

"Seeing this plaque is like seeing the founding emperor!"

"Even if my Chen family has committed minor offenses, they should be tried by the three highest judicial departments and judged personally by the Emperor! If you dare to touch my Chen family, you are disrespecting ancestral rules and trampling on the majesty of our founding emperor!"

"This is blatant treason!"

He roared out the last four words.

The moment the "immunity card" was announced, the entire room fell silent.

The oppressive aura emanating from a thousand years ago caused countless onlookers to involuntarily want to kneel down.

Even Xiao Po Xiao, who was hiding in the distance to support Feng Mo, frowned.

This thing is too special.

It represents not only the glory of the Chen family, but also the legal principles and reputation of the Great Xia Dynasty, which have been passed down for thousands of years.

Once it's altered, its nature completely changes.

In the shadows, countless prying divine thoughts instantly became excited.

They were all waiting to see how this unruly madman would deal with this unsolvable problem from a thousand years ago!

"A get-out-of-jail-free card?"

Faced with Chen Daoxuan's raised gold medal and the accusation of "treason," Feng Mo stopped in his tracks.

He stood a hundred meters from the gate of the Chen family mansion, carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang on his shoulder, tilting his head slightly as he examined the ancient token that exuded a faint dragon aura.

Dead silence.

The long street was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused on the boy in black.

What will he do?

Retreat? Or...?

Just as countless divine thoughts were rapidly calculating, Feng Mo grinned.

His smile was cold and undisguisedly sarcastic.

"The token of the founding emperor?"

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Perfect timing, this was just issued by the headquarters."

He extended his left hand, palm up.

A token made entirely of pure gold, with the character "斩" (meaning "to slay") engraved on the front in a vigorous and elegant style, and a totem of mountains, rivers, sun, and moon on the back, lay quietly in his palm.

It was the Demon-Slaying Golden Token that Xiao Po-xiao had given him yesterday!

Feng Mo weighed the golden token in his hand, his gaze sweeping over Chen Daoxuan's flushed face before finally settling on the "immunity token," his tone calm.

"Let's see whose is harder."

The moment he finished speaking, he activated the Demon-Slaying Golden Token in his hand!

Om-!

A crimson-gold beam of light, more than ten times more powerful than the one at yesterday's victory celebration, shot up from the golden token and soared into the sky!

Within the pillar of light, a magnificent and ethereal image slowly unfolds.

Those are the vast mountains and rivers of the Great Xia Dynasty, the surging rivers, and the ever-changing sun and moon!

It is the iron-blooded battle flag of the Demon Slayer Division, which suppressed the borderlands and whose soldiers fought bloody battles, leaving mountains of corpses!

This light and shadow embodies the national destiny of the Great Xia Dynasty and the supreme killing will of the Demon Slayer Division to protect hundreds of millions of living beings!

The bright sun shines down in the sky!

A crimson-gold light descended like divine punishment, instantly enveloping the entire Chen family mansion.

The ancient dragon aura that lingered around that "immunity from death" was unable to struggle against this overwhelming will representing the "present" and the "future," and was instantly suppressed, dimmed, and almost extinguished!

"No! Impossible!"

The arrogance and composure on Chen Daoxuan's face collapsed instantly, leaving only endless shock and fear.

He couldn't understand!

The gold medal bestowed by the founding emperor symbolizes the source of the Great Xia's legal principles. Why would it be suppressed to such an extent by a newly issued token?

"Nothing is impossible."

Feng Mo's voice, like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, shattered his last illusions.

"The achievements of our ancestors were meant to expand our territory and protect our people, not to be used by you unworthy descendants as a blood sacrifice for your compatriots and a tool to disregard human life!"

Feng Mo's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"not to mention,"

"You dare talk about our ancestors?"