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

In an instant, the remaining dozen or so forces on the list were plunged into apocalyptic panic.

Meanwhile, the "Hidden Sword Pavilion," which is Feng Mo's next target, is in a state of high alert, with everyone on edge.

Hidden Sword Pavilion, on the surface, is a blacksmith shop in the western part of the capital that has been passed down for a hundred years and is famous for forging ordinary weapons and sharp blades.

But at this moment, this seemingly ordinary blacksmith shop is actually fraught with danger.

When Feng Mo arrived, the blacksmith shop was closed, and there was no one within a hundred meters.

Under the discerning eye of a discerning eye, no disguise can be concealed.

He saw that inside the blacksmith shop, at least seventeen seventh-order sword formations were set up, interconnected to form a deadly trap.

Deep underground, several powerful auras lurked, the strongest of which had reached the mid-stage of the seventh rank.

Clearly, the other side learned from the lessons of the Wang and Chen families, abandoning their confrontational approach and instead laying a trap to lure them into it.

"That's interesting."

Instead of backing down, Feng Mo curled up a cold smile.

While you might win by forcing your way in, it's inevitably boring.

Instead of launching a direct attack, he sat down in a teahouse on the outskirts of the city, activating his "Eagle Eyes" and patiently observing his prey like the most skilled hunter.

Several hours later, at dusk.

A young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a cultivation level of only the third rank, carried a food box full of wine and meat. He sneaked out of the back door of the Hidden Sword Pavilion and turned into an empty alley.

He was an outer disciple of the Hidden Sword Pavilion responsible for procuring supplies.

Just as he was about to take a shortcut home, his steps suddenly stopped, and he froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place, his expression still relaxed from a second ago.

A dark figure appeared silently behind him.

It was Feng Mo.

He didn't even bother with words, and directly pointed a finger at the young man's brow.

[Immobilize] plus [Soul Capture].

The memories of the youth, the internal map of Cangjianlu, the personnel deployment, and even today's passwords and codes were all read by Feng Mo in just one second.

"I see……"

Feng Mo's eyes flickered slightly; the information he had gleaned piqued his interest in the secrets hidden beneath the Hidden Gold Pavilion.

With a casual slap, he knocked the disciple unconscious and dragged him into a garbage dump deep in the alley to hide him.

Then, he stood in the shadows of the alleyway and took a deep breath.

The Monkey King's new ability unlocked at Martial Soul LV3—[Illusion] of the Three Earthly Fiend Techniques—is activated!

"Crunch... crunch..."

A sickening, grotesque twitching sound emanated from his body.

His height was rapidly shrinking, his once upright figure was becoming somewhat hunched, and his angular face was beginning to blur and reshape itself...

Within a few breaths, a person who looked exactly like that outer disciple appeared in the same spot.

Not only his appearance, but also his breath, his habitual limp in his left foot, and the cautiousness and sleazy look in his eyes that belonged to people from the lower class were all imitated perfectly without any flaws.

"This ability is quite convenient."

Feng Mo, or rather, "Wang Er" at this moment, carrying a food box, walked with proper steps toward the back door of Cangjianlu.

"Halt! Password!"

Two guards, both of whom were at the fourth level, emerged from the shadows and stared at him warily.

"The wind blows and snow fills the sky." Feng Mo answered in a low voice, using the slightly hoarse voice of "Wang Er".

"One sword can slay a dragon." The guard gave the signal.

Then, one of them took out an antique bronze mirror and looked it at Feng Mo.

The mirror's light swept across, but it didn't cause any ripples.

This is the "Mirror of Truth" unique to the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, which can see through most illusions and disguises.

Seeing this, the guard lowered his guard and waved his hand: "Go in."

Feng Mo lowered his head, remained silent, carried the food box, and passed through three sentry posts, both visible and hidden, without any hindrance, entering the treacherous Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The door closed slowly behind him.

Upon entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion, Feng Mo did not linger on the ground.

He walked through the forging hall with practiced ease and came to a seemingly abandoned dry well in the backyard. Following his memory, he tapped the well rim five times in a rhythm of three long taps and two short taps.

Rumble.

The walls of the dry well shifted to the sides, revealing a bottomless spiral staircase.

A strange smell, a mixture of rust, blood, and a strong demonic aura, wafted up from the depths of the earth.

Feng Mo remained unfazed, carrying the food box as he descended the stairs.

The deeper you go, the denser the demonic aura becomes, and the higher the temperature gets, as if you are going deep into an underground volcano.

After descending nearly a thousand meters underground, the view suddenly opened up before us.

An enormous natural cave appeared before our eyes.

At the center of the cave is a huge pool of molten red lava, where scorching sword energy weaves into a net in the air, forming natural cages.

Within these cages of sword energy, more than ten martial artists whose bodies had undergone partial demonic transformation and whose auras were berserk were imprisoned!

Some of them grew jet-black scales, some had arms that turned into sharp bone blades, and some had bloodshot eyes and roared inhuman sounds.

They were sometimes lucid, emitting painful howls as they pounded their heads against the sword energy cage; at other times they went mad, frantically attacking the restrictions and unleashing terrifying power far exceeding their own level.

"Let me out... I'm not a demon... I don't want to become a monster!"

"Kill me...please, kill me!"

The wails of lucidity and the roars of madness intertwine to form a hellish symphony.

Feng Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.

A live demonization experiment!

This word flashed through his mind instantly.

The infiltration of the Demon Worship Cult is deeper and more evil than imagined!

These so-called holy sites are not simply corrupted or colluding with evil forces.

They are actively creating "demonized warriors"!

This is an unforgivable crime that shakes the very foundation of humanity!

Feng Mo felt a surge of murderous intent, but he forcibly suppressed it.

He silently activated the recording function of the Demon-Slaying Golden Token, recording the hellish scene before him, along with the violent and chaotic demonic energy emanating from the warriors.

These will be irrefutable proof that the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords was completely buried!

Just as he finished taking notes and was about to quietly leave as planned,

Deep within the cave, atop a massive rock, sat a mid-stage seventh-tier elder, who was sitting cross-legged and guarding the area. Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes snapped open!

In his eyes, there was no white, only two dazzling sword lights that seemed to be real!

The secret technique of the Myriad Swords Holy Land—the [Heart-Questioning Sword]!

This sword is not a sword, but the art of the sword of the mind. It does not cut the physical body, but cuts through illusion!

In that instant, a sense of unease arose in his heart, and he subconsciously used this secret technique to scan the entire area.

Two invisible sword lights flashed across the cave like lightning.

As one of the sword flashes swept past "Wang Er," who was carrying a food box and preparing to turn and leave...

laugh!

A soft sound.

Feng Mo's [False Form] technique was instantly pierced by this sharp sword intent that specifically targets the soul and disguise!

His disguise as "Wang Er" receded like the tide, revealing his true identity: black clothes and black hair.

In an instant!

"Enemy attack!!!"

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire underground sword hut!

Rumble!

All exits to the outside world were instantly sealed off!

The figure of the seventh-level elder had already appeared behind Feng Mo like a ghost, his chilling killing intent completely locking onto him.

"No matter who you are,"

"You won't leave here alive today!"