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

The ultimate exam venue.

The ancient primeval forest is filled with towering trees that block out the sun, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of decaying leaves, exuding a damp atmosphere.

hum!

The space rippled slightly, and Feng Mo's figure appeared on the trunk of a giant tree.

On the combat watch, a miniature 3D terrain map has been generated, along with a constantly shrinking white safety circle.

"A good start; it's a suitable environment for hunting."

Feng Mo muttered to himself, preparing to choose a direction.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow and glanced at a direction several kilometers to his left.

There, nine hidden but murderous auras were rapidly gathering and approaching him.

"Oh? The chives have already been delivered to my door so quickly?"

Instead of dodging, Feng Mo revealed a playful smile, standing still and waiting for his prey to gather.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Nine figures emerged from the dense forest from different directions, instantly surrounding Feng Mo in the center.

Leading the group was Leng Wuhen, whose eyes were blindfolded with white satin.

"Feng Mo!" Leng Wuhen's voice was icy and chilling. "During the provincial competition, you crippled my sister's Dao Heart. Today, I will sever your path in martial arts!"

Feng Mo stood with his hands in his pockets, observing them with great interest.

"Just the nine of you?"

"That's enough to cripple you!" Leng Wuhen roared. "Form the formation!"

As soon as the words fell, the nine people simultaneously activated their true energy, their footwork shifting, and instantly they stood in nine different positions.

boom!

Nine dazzling beams of true energy shot into the sky, intertwining in mid-air to form a massive net of runes. Finally, they contracted sharply, condensing into a blurry humanoid phantom over three meters tall, wielding a longsword of frost.

A terrifying pressure, far exceeding the second-order realm, suddenly descended!

This is the "pseudo-Martial Soul," a deadly weapon formed by an array and possessing some of the power of a third-tier Martial Soul!

"Feng Mo, it's your honor to have your foundation destroyed by a pseudo-Martial Soul!" Leng Wuhen stood at the center of the formation, his voice resonating through the pseudo-Martial Soul, carrying a metallic quality, "Die!"

The pseudo-martial spirit raised the Frost Sword and, without any fancy moves, slashed down at Feng Mo below!

Before the sword even arrived, a terrifying chill that could freeze the soul had already enveloped the area within a hundred meters, and a thick layer of frost instantly formed on the ground!

Inside the spectator area, this scene was instantly magnified onto the central main screen.

"The fight broke out less than a minute after the exam started!"

"That's... the Nine Palaces Profound Ice Formation of the Profound Array Sect! They actually used this formation against a high school student?"

"That's Feng Mo being besieged? He's finished. His pseudo-Martial Soul power is unstoppable unless you're at the third rank!"

All the teachers and high-ranking officials watching held their breath.

A triumphant smile already appeared on Ling Sushuang's face. She looked at Yun Wanrou and said sarcastically, "Professor Yun, it seems your judgment is really not that good. The genius you chose will probably become the first top ten contestant to be eliminated in this year's martial arts exam."

Yun Wanrou sat still, not even lifting her eyelids, simply sipping her tea calmly.

Inside the examination room.

Faced with a sword strike capable of instantly killing any peak second-tier opponent, Feng Mo finally made a move.

He didn't even look up.

"this one?"

A soft murmur.

The next second, the five bottomless SSS-level Qi Seas within his body erupted suddenly, like five dormant volcanoes!

Boom! ...

Five-colored divine light soared into the sky, with gold, cyan, blue, red, and yellow—five ultimate attribute energies—intertwining and roaring behind him!

"roar--!!!"

A deafening dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth!

Five ferocious thunder dragon phantoms, each nearly a hundred meters long, rushed out from behind him and circled around him!

The Geng Metal White Dragon is incomparably sharp!

The Azure Dragon of the Wood element is full of vitality!

Gui Water Black Dragon, chillingly cold to the bone!

The Crimson Dragon of Bing Fire burns the heavens and boils the seas!

The Earth element of the Yellow Dragon is as heavy and solid as a mountain!

SSS-level martial skill - Five Elements Thunder Dragon Transformation!

"What?!" Leng Wuhen and the others who were in charge of the formation were shocked.

They sensed a more terrifying and purer aura of destruction emanating from those five thunder dragons than any pseudo-martial spirit!

That's not the kind of power a second-tier martial artist should have!

"break."

Feng Mo uttered a single word.

Five hundred-meter-long thunder dragons roared and soared into the sky, meeting the frost giant sword that was slashing down from above.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

The moment the Frost Greatsword touched the Five-Colored Thunder Dragon, it was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, silently melting and disintegrating!

The pseudo-martial spirit let out a mournful cry and exploded!

"puff--!"

With the formation broken, the nine people's minds were pulled in different directions, and they all spat out a mouthful of blood, their auras instantly weakening.

Leng Wuhen's white satin face was stained red with blood, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! You... you're not at the True Qi Realm!"

Feng Mo's figure appeared before him like a ghost, grabbing his neck with one hand and lifting him up.

"Your sister is heartbroken, and as her brother, you have to be there for her too."

Feng Mo's voice rang in his ears, as calm as if he were stating a trivial matter.

Leng Wuhen was terrified: "I...I give up..."

Click!

A crisp sound of shattering dantian rang out.

Leng Wuhen didn't even have time to scream.

The next second, Leng Wuhen, the combat watch inspector, was teleported out of the examination room.

[Ding! Leng Wuhen's Qi Sea has been destroyed, his Dao Heart shattered, and his defense penetration points increased by 500!]

Feng Mo twisted his neck and glanced at the other eight people.

The eight geniuses from the sects were now terrified, their livers and gallbladders trembling like leaves.

"A monster...he's a monster!"

"Run! Run!"

One person had a mental breakdown and turned to run away.

Feng Mo flicked his finger.

A slender golden bolt of lightning flashed by and instantly pierced through the man's dantian.

Whoosh! A white light flashed, and the person was teleported away.

The remaining seven people didn't even have the courage to run away.

"No...don't do it! I'll skip the exam! I'll skip the exam right now!"

One of them screamed in terror and frantically pressed the buttons on his combat watch.

However, Feng Mo's movements were even faster.

Riding the dragon and soaring through the wind!

With a flash of afterimage, all seven people's dantian were destroyed, and they were teleported out of the examination room together.

From the moment the formation was formed to the complete annihilation, it took only ten seconds.

[Ding! You have crippled the dantian and shattered the Dao hearts of eight geniuses. Your defense penetration points have increased by 4000!]

Feng Mo flicked non-existent dust off his hands, his expression calm.

The spectator area was deathly silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the calm and collected figure on the main screen.

Ling Sushuang's smile froze completely, and her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

One second, two seconds...

"Snapped!"

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

Yun Wanrou put down her teacup, finally turned her head, and gave Ling Sushuang a graceful smile.

"The game has only just begun."