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

The sacred land of Crape Myrtle.

Located in the Ziwei Mountain Range, the most spiritually rich area in the central part of the Great Xia Dynasty, the mountain gate is thousands of feet high and is carved from a single piece of star jade marrow. It is magnificent and surrounded by immortal energy.

In front of the mountain gate, two teams of disciples dressed in star-patterned Taoist robes stood guard, looking rather bored.

For them, guarding the mountain gate is just a formality.

Who in the world dares to cause trouble at the Holy Land of Ziwei?

Just then, a five-colored streak of light appeared in front of the mountain gate at an incredible speed, approaching from afar.

As the light faded, the figure of a young man dressed in black casual clothes was revealed.

The disciples guarding the mountain were taken aback. Then, a disciple who seemed to be the leader stepped forward and arrogantly shouted, "Who goes there? This is the gate of the Ziwei Sacred Land! At once..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the boy casually threw a string of things on the ground.

boom!

Four figures, like four tattered sacks, rolled onto the white jade square in front of the mountain gate.

It was none other than the four members of Master Ziyang, whose cultivation had been sealed and who were in a sorry state!

"The... the Supreme Elder?!"

All the disciples guarding the mountain were stunned and terrified the moment they saw Master Ziyang!

How could their supreme elder, a peak seventh-tier expert who had been in seclusion in their holy land for many years, be... how could he be left here like a dead dog?!

Feng Mo ignored the horrified expressions of these lowly henchmen.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the thousand-foot mountain gate and towards the main peak deep in the clouds and mist.

The sound was calm, yet it resounded clearly in every corner of the Ziwei Mountains.

"Feng Mo, Demon Slayer Bureau of Shanghai."

"By order of the Commander-in-Chief, I have come to settle accounts with the traitors."

"The Purple Star Holy Land colluded with the Demon Worship Cult to ambush and kill the Chief Inspector."

"The evidence is here, and the witnesses are here."

He lightly touched the forehead of Master Ziyang with his toe.

"I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Hand over all those involved, bind your hands, kneel before the mountain gate, and await your fate."

"otherwise……"

Feng Mo's voice suddenly turned cold, filled with murderous intent.

"—Raze this place to the ground!"

Feng Mo took out a stick of incense.

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of true energy ignited the incense burner.

With another flick of his wrist, the incense stick transformed into a streak of light, precisely embedding itself upside down into the hair bun atop Master Ziyang's head.

"Sizzle—"

The incense burned through her hair, sending up wisps of smoke.

Every wisp of smoke seemed to toll the death knell for the sacred site.

Feng Mo's indifferent voice resounded clearly in every corner of the entire Ziwei Mountain Range.

"You only have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hovered in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, as if in meditation.

That extreme tranquility brought a sense of oppression more terrifying than a landslide or tsunami.

Inside the mountain gate, there was a deathly silence for a full ten breaths.

In the next instant, more than a dozen incomparably powerful auras surged up from the peaks of the holy land!

"presumptuous!"

A furious roar, like a thunderclap from the heavens, shook the sea of ​​clouds.

The mountain-protecting formation, the "Zhou Tian Xing Chen Formation," suddenly lit up, and a dazzling starlight shield shot into the sky, enveloping the entire mountain range.

Behind the grand formation, an old man dressed in an elaborate star-patterned robe, whose face bore a striking resemblance to Master Ziyang, appeared, surrounded by a group of elders.

He is the current ruler of the Ziwei Holy Land, the Grand Elder, True Man Ziyun! Peak of the seventh rank!

He looked at the young figure outside the mountain gate and his younger brother lying on the ground in a sorry state. A look of shock flashed in his eyes at first, but it was then replaced by endless anger and deep contempt.

"How dare this brat shout at the gates of my Ziwei Mountain?"

Master Ziyun laughed, a laugh born of extreme anger, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

"Do you really think that killing a few pieces of trash can challenge the millennia-old dignity of my holy land?"

In his view, Feng Mo's actions were nothing more than an attempt to extort money by relying on brute force, which was the most despicable tactic.

Utterly ridiculous!

"Elder, this boy is arrogant and unruly; he cannot be allowed to live!"

"How dare they insult the Supreme Elder! Their entire family should be executed!"

The elders behind him were all filled with righteous indignation and murderous intent.

"Issue my decree!" A cold glint flashed in Master Ziyun's eyes, and his voice echoed throughout the holy land, "Activate the highest level of the 'Zhou Tian Star Array'! Summon all elders, guest ministers, and disciples in seclusion!"

"I'd like to see how he'll raze this place to the ground in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!"

His response was not to retreat, but to rally in the opposite direction!

He wanted to crush this arrogant young man into ashes in front of all the divine thoughts that were spying on this place throughout the entire Great Xia Dynasty!

With his blood, the unshakeable majesty of the Ziwei Holy Land was rebuilt!

Buzz—Buzz—

In an instant, several enormous spatial teleportation arrays within the holy land shone brightly.

Powerful auras rapidly returned from all directions.

The Holy Land's fighting strength, which had been somewhat weakened by the capture of Master Ziyang and sixteen others, has instead increased!

Upon seeing the grand formation activated and the powerful figures return, the initial panic among the thousands of disciples within the holy land vanished instantly, replaced by fervent confidence and bloodthirsty excitement.

"He's dead! How dare he provoke our Holy Land all by himself!"

"Hahaha, he's courting death! With the Zhou Tian Star Array in place, even an eighth-level Saint Lord wouldn't be able to break through easily, let alone a mere brat like him!"

"Just wait, his death will be imminent in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn! The Grand Elder will surely extract his soul and burn it like a sky lantern!"

The area inside and outside the mountain gate seems like two different worlds.

On one side, there was a boiling killing intent and an ever-increasing battle formation.

On the other side, he stood alone in the void.

Feng Mo seemed oblivious to the commotion within the sacred ground, his eyes remaining slightly closed.

Only the incense stick inserted on Master Ziyang's head burned silently in the fierce wind.

The incense ash fell inch by inch.

The invisible countdown to death gradually cast a shadow of "the unknown" over the originally fervent confidence within the holy land.

Why is it so quiet in front of the mountain gate?

Why isn't he afraid at all?

Time passed second by second under the watchful gaze of countless divine thoughts.

Finally, the last wisp of smoke dissipated.

The incense sticks turned to ashes.

The gates of the Ziwei Sacred Site were tightly closed, and no one came out.

"Oh……"

Master Ziyun let out a chilling, sinister laugh.

"The time has come."

"You ignorant fool!"

He suddenly waved his hand, his voice booming like a bell.

"Form the Seven Star Demon-Slaying Formation! Follow me into the formation and capture this fiend!"

"I will refine his soul for forty-nine days, so that the world may know what the wrath of the Holy Land truly is!"

Boom!

A corner of the Zhou Tian Star Array was opened.

Led by Master Ziyun, he was followed by a full twelve seventh-tier experts!

Three peak-level players! Four late-game players! Five mid-game players!

This force is enough to sweep away a top-tier base city!

The thirteen people formed a battle formation, transforming into a torrent composed of billions of starlight, carrying a world-destroying pressure, and charged fiercely towards the lone figure in front of the mountain gate!

A fatal blow!

However, just as the torrent of starlight was about to engulf Feng Mo.

Feng Mo opened his eyes.

Facing the torrent of starlight that could drive any expert of the same level to despair, Feng Mo's face showed no sign of seriousness.

He didn't even summon a Dharma body or activate a domain.

Instead of retreating, advance!