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

The hovercar slowly descended onto the outskirts of the manor.

It was still that fifth-tier underground training room, which cost over a billion to build.

Li Changqing personally brewed a pot of tea for Feng Mo. The fragrant aroma of the tea wafted through the air, and the rising steam blurred the expression on Feng Mo's face.

"First of all, congratulations." Li Changqing pushed a cup of tea in front of Feng Mo, his face showing genuine satisfaction and joy. "You won the national martial arts championship without any suspense. Well done."

Feng Mo picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "The main problem is that the opponents are too weak, so there's not much of a challenge."

If Zhou Pojun, Wang Yan, and the others heard these words, their already fragile Dao hearts would probably shatter on the spot.

Li Changqing laughed heartily, his laughter filled with unbridled joy.

But as he laughed, his voice gradually lowered, and the smile on his face receded like the tide, replaced by a solemnity as heavy as a mountain that Feng Mo had never seen before.

The air in the meditation room seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Feng Mo."

Li Changqing's voice was calm, yet it carried a power that penetrated people's hearts.

"If you don't win the championship, there are some things that you might as well not know. You can cultivate peacefully at the Shanghai Martial Arts University, become a powerful figure in the future, protect the people, and live a carefree life."

"But since you've proven yourself with your abilities, proving that you're no ordinary person, but have the potential to stir up trouble and overturn the world..."

He paused, his deep gaze fixed on Feng Mo, as if trying to see into the depths of his soul.

"So entrusting you with some responsibilities won't be considered harming you."

Feng Mo's heart stirred.

He put down his teacup and sat up straight.

He had long suspected that Li Changqing's identity was not simple.

An ordinary high school principal could never be on equal footing with a fifth-level expert like Yun Wanrou, let alone have admissions directors from top universities across the country lining up to offer him resources.

There must be a shocking secret hidden behind him.

"Uncle Li, please speak. I am all ears," Feng Mo said in a deep voice.

Li Changqing looked at him, a complex and incomprehensible look of reminiscence appearing in his eyes, as if he had pierced through a hundred years and seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the clash of swords and the thunder of horses.

The kind and approachable principal's aura that had once emanated from him had quietly vanished, replaced by a battle-hardened, domineering, and ruthless aura.

At this moment, he was no longer the former principal of Ning City No. 1 Middle School, but the... god of death who once struck fear into the hearts of countless demonic beasts.

He spoke slowly, and his first words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in Feng Mo's mind.

"One hundred and twenty-six years ago, I was a peak sixth-tier expert, a powerful figure who dominated the world and guarded the East Sea."

"He was bestowed the title of 'Lord Lei' by the State Pillar."

Lei Jun!

Feng Mo raised an eyebrow.

He had heard of this name.

Or, in high school history classes, all the famous and powerful figures since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty will be introduced in detail.

Lei Jun, a peerless killing god who single-handedly terrified all the demons during the East Sea calamity a hundred years ago!

Now, the person is standing right in front of you.

Li Changqing ignored Feng Mo's surprise and became absorbed in his memories, speaking in a calm tone as if he were telling someone else's story.

"Back then, a massive demonic calamity broke out along the coast of Shanghai. The source was an old dragon at the peak of the sixth rank, whose lifespan was nearing its end. It wanted to devour the flesh and soul of millions of humans in Shanghai as a sacrifice to force its way through the barrier and fight for that sliver of life to step into the seventh rank."

"In order to create an opportunity for it, the demon kings on the other fronts launched attacks at the same time, which tied down 90 percent of the top combat power of the Great Xia Kingdom, putting the entire defense line under full strain."

"At that time, I received a secret order from the wartime supreme command to join forces with another unit with only one goal—to strangle that old dragon at all costs."

Li Changqing picked up the teacup; the tea inside was scalding hot, but he drank it all in one gulp without a care.

"The one who joined forces with me was the top power in the Great Xia Kingdom at that time, the Wood Spirit Xia Family, who was most proficient in control-type martial souls."

The Xia family!

A look of understanding flashed in Feng Mo's eyes.

No wonder when we went to Wuhan University in Shanghai for training, Uncle Li specifically told us to beat the Xia family members badly if we encountered them.

"My lightning-based martial arts are characterized by destructive and fierce attacks, with power that is extremely yang and forceful. However, they lack control methods. If the enemy cannot be paralyzed, they cannot be restrained. On the other hand, the Xia family's martial soul excels at imprisonment, weakening, and entanglement, making it the supreme method for trapping enemies. Theoretically, we are the best combination to perfectly counter that old dragon."

"The Xia family is responsible for controlling the old dragon and creating the opportunity for a fatal blow, while I am responsible for the main attack and striving to kill him in one strike."

"The plan is perfect, isn't it?"

Li Changqing twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile filled with cold mockery.

"However, at the crucial moment when we were heading to the decisive battleground in the East China Sea, the Xia family's troops turned around."

"Their reason was that the surrounding front lines were under attack and emergency reinforcements were needed."

"How long did they delay?" Feng Mo asked in a deep voice.

Li Changqing's voice was frighteningly calm.

"Half an hour."

"Although it was only a short half hour, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly. I couldn't wait, and neither could the tens of millions of soldiers and civilians in Shanghai. I had to get to the battlefield alone ahead of time."

"So, I faced alone a sixth-tier peak old dragon whose lifespan was nearing its end and who was on the verge of breaking through, as well as a million-strong demon tide."

Feng Mo's heart sank.

He could picture that scene.

Alone, facing overwhelming demonic energy, with a bustling city behind him, he had nowhere to retreat.

"In that battle, I burned my martial spirit and used a forbidden secret technique to push my lightning magic to its limit."

"As a result, that old dragon, along with its several dragon sons, was blasted to dust by my single blow, its soul and spirit completely destroyed."

"More than half of the million-strong demon tide was wiped out, and the remaining demons were terrified and scattered in all directions."

Li Changqing's tone remained calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

But Feng Mo could hear the endless sorrow and resentment hidden beneath that calm exterior.

"And me..."

Li Changqing gave a self-deprecating laugh, stretched out his hands, his hands with distinct knuckles, yet trembling slightly.

"His martial spirit foundation is crumbling inch by inch. Of his once-powerful cultivation, less than three-tenths remain."

A god of war has fallen.

Not on the road to battle, not in a life-or-death struggle with monsters.

Instead, he was stabbed in the back by his own people in the most despicable and shameless way.

The air in the training room was so cold it felt like it was about to freeze.

Looking at the bitter-faced middle-aged man in front of him, Feng Mo felt a surge of anger rising in his chest.