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

Seeing the situation rapidly deteriorate, a mid-stage seventh-order elder who usually clashed with True Person Ziyun had a crazy, resolute look flash in his eyes.

He abruptly changed direction, no longer attacking Feng Mo, but instead slammed a palm into the back of Master Ziyun, who was doing his best to block the shadow of the staff!

puff!

Master Ziyun was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his aura instantly weakened.

"Li Feng! How dare you?!" He turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment.

The elder named Li Feng, having landed a successful blow, immediately retreated rapidly, while simultaneously roaring hoarsely in Feng Mo's direction:

"Inspector Feng! I am willing to surrender! I will help you fight the enemy!"

"The Grand Elder and his ilk are stubborn and deserve to die! I am willing to abandon darkness and embrace the light, and set things right!"

"I know the secret method to open the treasure vault! Please, General, spare my life!"

This scene left all the remaining elders dumbfounded.

A traitor has emerged from their holy land!

However, Feng Mo didn't even glance at the traitor.

He simply swung the stick back casually.

That golden staff shadow, though arriving later, was already there, its speed was incredibly fast!

The fawning smile on Li Feng's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme terror.

He tried to escape, but found that under the pressure of the staff's shadow, he couldn't even move a finger.

"No……"

boom!

The stick fell.

The seventh-tier elder who had just betrayed the sect didn't even have time to utter a scream before his entire body, along with his martial spirit, was crushed into a cloud of blood mist by a single blow.

Both body and soul were destroyed.

Feng Mo's icy voice slowly echoed through the deathly silent valley, clearly reaching the ears of every survivor.

"In my team,"

"We do not accept traitors."

Master Ziyun and eleven others suffered ruptured livers and gallbladders.

They realized that the young man in front of them wasn't there to negotiate; he was there to wipe out the entire family.

"Kill! Kill him! Fight him to the death! Otherwise, we'll all die!"

Master Ziyun, acting as if possessed, burned his primordial essence and blood, causing his original peak seventh-tier aura to surge once more. He transformed into a dazzling star and deliberately crashed into the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's Dharma Image.

The remaining ten elders, knowing there was no hope of survival today, followed suit, turning their life's cultivation into their most decisive final strike.

Eleven streams of light, each representing a different law or divine power, intertwined to form a deadly net, enveloping everything from all directions.

This is the last madness of the Ziwei Sacred Land.

"Good timing."

Feng Mo remained expressionless, but a fierce fighting spirit finally ignited in the indifferent fiery eyes of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven behind him.

"A Chaotic Hundred Demons"!

In an instant, thousands of stick shadows reappeared, but they were no longer mere phantoms.

With a sweep of the staff, a lifelike white tiger phantom roared out, its Geng metal killing aura transforming into thousands of sharp claws, tearing the incoming torrent of sword energy to shreds.

With a single strike, the phantom of a deep-sea dragon pierced through the air, its water control law drawing upon the power of water elements in the void, transforming it into a black water curtain that extinguished the raging flames that had been scorching the heavens and boiling the seas.

With a sweeping motion, the Crimson Scorpion Mother's venomous domain silently spread, corroding the protective starlight of a late-stage seventh-tier elder, leaving it riddled with holes in the blink of an eye.

Feng Mo strolled leisurely amidst the eleven attackers, as if he were practicing a well-known stick technique rather than engaging in a life-or-death struggle.

Each strike of the staff represents the arrival of a powerful, ancient demon's divine power.

Dragon claws tore through starlight, Kunpeng wings severed laws, and the gluttonous maw devoured divine powers...

The more Master Ziyun and the others fought, the more frightened and desperate they became.

Their combined attack was laughably weak in the face of the opponent's endless stream of bizarre and unpredictable supernatural abilities, and was easily neutralized one by one.

Every counterattack from the other side left them exhausted and in grave danger.

This is not even a battle on the same level!

Just then, something unexpected happened!

On the mountainside next to the treasure vault, a hidden stone door slid open silently.

Two figures, a man and a woman, shot out like ghosts!

The man was handsome, and the woman was stunningly beautiful; they were none other than the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Ziwei Holy Land! Both of them were at the seventh level of cultivation, but their faces were filled with a coldness and resentment that did not match their age.

In their hands, each held a simple, ancient-looking short blade, one representing the sun and the other the moon.

"die!"

The two worked together to activate the Sun and Moon Short Blades, which instantly merged into one, transforming into a starlight scissor capable of cutting through space and laws. It bypassed all the violent staff shadows on the front line and, at an extremely tricky angle, aimed directly at the back of Feng Mo's neck, who was in the midst of fierce fighting!

This was a long-planned, deadly strike, using the family's inherited eighth-tier secret treasure—the Yin-Yang Star Scissors!

The timing, angle, and power have all been perfected!

However, Feng Mo didn't even turn around.

The 5,000-meter-tall statue of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven behind him seemed to have eyes in the back of its head, and it extended two fingers as tall as pillars supporting the sky, arriving first despite being behind.

It pinches the flower and leaves in mid-air with a flick of its wrist.

"Ding!"

A soft sound.

The starlight scissors, powerful enough to instantly kill a late-stage seventh-tier expert, were firmly held between two fingers, unable to advance an inch!

The smug grins on the faces of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter froze instantly.

How is that possible?!

The next instant, Feng Mo himself pulled out two stick shadows with his backhand, and casually flicked them backward as if shooing away two annoying flies.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two extremely muffled, loud bangs.

The protective magic weapons, domains, and true energy of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter were as fragile as paper in front of those two seemingly casual staff shadows.

The terrified expressions on their faces were frozen in time, and they were sent flying like cannonballs, crashing hard into the incredibly solid mountain walls on either side.

The mountainside trembled violently, and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

When the smoke cleared, all the divine thoughts that had peered into this place witnessed a scene they would never forget.

The most proud Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Ziwei Holy Land were "embedded" in the mountain wall with perfect precision. Their limbs were twisted, their bones were broken, and blood slowly seeped out from the cracks, staining the stone wall red.

He fainted on the spot.

This scene utterly broke the spirits of Master Ziyun and the others, who were already on the verge of collapse.

The last hope was crushed in the most humiliating way.

Fifteen minutes later.

The battle ended in the valley.

Blood flows into a river.

Three seventh-tier peak elders had their bones broken, their martial souls cracked like spider webs by the force of the staff, and they lay on the ground like dead dogs, unable even to self-destruct.

Four late-stage seventh-tier powerhouses had their dantian pierced by the golden staff shadow, their true energy completely drained, leaving them crippled, staring blankly at the sky.

The remaining five mid-stage powerhouses had their souls shattered in the first wave of impact, leaving no trace of their bodies.

There wasn't a single person left standing in the entire arena.

Only Feng Mo, carrying the Ruyi Jingu Bang on his shoulder, stood with his hands behind his back atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his clothes spotless.

He slowly walked up to the dying Master Ziyun, ignoring his eyes filled with a mixture of resentment, fear, and pleading.

Lift your foot.

Step on it.

He pressed Ziyun Zhenren's face firmly into the blood-soaked mud and ground it with all his might.

He leaned down, his voice calm, yet chilling.

"I said I would flatten this place in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Now, let's start with you, the lead dogs."