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

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the gale still raged, but the previously devastating energy storm had subsided.

Yun Wanrou's gaze fell on the token on Feng Mo's chest, whose lightning was slowly fading. Her eyes were complicated: "He actually gave you this. It seems he really regards you as his successor."

Behind her, the two protectors who had always been like shadows stepped forward and respectfully knelt down on one knee in mid-air before Feng Mo.

The voice was strong and clear.

"The Commandant of the Demon-Slaying Division pays his respects to the General!"

This kneeling was not for Feng Mo's age or cultivation level, but for the Thunder Lord's Token, which represented supreme authority and illustrious military achievements.

Feng Mo raised his hand, and a gentle martial spirit force lifted the two of them up: "No need for formalities, you two."

Li Changqing once said that holding this order is as if the general himself were present.

Although he was new to the field, he had no choice but to accept this responsibility and authority.

As Yun Wanrou watched this scene, she couldn't help but admire Li Changqing's cunning and shrewdness.

If he hadn't insisted that the Shanghai Martial Arts University send more protectors and hadn't handed over this last talisman to Feng Mo, the consequences of today's situation would have been unimaginable.

Just from that first wave of sneak attacks, even the most monstrous fourth-tier martial artist would have no chance of survival.

"The leader of today's attack is Yu Xuanfeng, the head of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect." Yun Wanrou's voice turned cold, and her unique sword intent revealed his identity. "He has become a demon and has completely surrendered to the Demon Worship Cult, so the entire Mind's Eye Sword Sect is probably not much cleaner either."

Feng Mo's eyes narrowed.

The Mind-Eye Sword Sect?

In his mind, the image of Leng Ningshuang's face covered with white satin and the venomous look in Leng Wuhen's eyes when he was crippled flashed before his eyes.

After the young one was beaten, the old one came.

And they came so quickly and so ruthlessly.

"That's right." Yun Wanrou seemed to have seen through his thoughts. "Yu Xuanfeng's lifespan was coming to an end, and Leng Ningshuang and Leng Wuhen were his last hopes, but they were both killed by you. With his hopes shattered, resentment grew, and he went down the evil path, which is not surprising."

"Since that's the case..." Feng Mo's voice was devoid of any emotion, "then we'll uproot it completely."

Yun Wanrou's eyes revealed appreciation: "That's exactly what I was thinking. The Heart Eye Sword Sect is located in Ding City, which happens to be on our way to the Demon Capital. Let's go, this will be a good opportunity for you to familiarize yourself with the Demon Slayer Bureau's way of doing things."

She had originally planned to arrange some gradual demon-slaying training for Feng Mo once they arrived in Shanghai.

It seems that this kid himself is a huge magnet for trouble.

That's fine. True strong people are never raised in a greenhouse.

Yun Wanrou discerned the direction, and the four figures transformed into streaks of light, tearing through the clouds and heading straight for Ding City.

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Half a day later, at the Ding City Demon-Slaying Bureau.

An unremarkable office building on the outside, but a completely different world inside. Cold metal walls, figures rushing to and fro, and the air filled with the smell of rust and blood.

Four figures descended silently from the sky.

Yun Wanrou gave Feng Mo a look, then cleared her throat, infusing her voice with true energy, which resonated throughout the entire building.

"The Demon Slayer Commander has arrived in person; where is the Director?"

Feng Mo understood, and with a thought, the Thunder Lord's Decree flew out from his chest.

He infused a trace of martial spirit power, and the token immediately crackled with purple lightning, condensing into a domineering "Slash" character in mid-air.

The thunder and demon-slaying will contained in those handwritings were a mark that no member of the Demon-Slaying Division could mistake.

A moment later, a burly, resolute-looking middle-aged man led a group of people and rushed up to the rooftop from inside the building.

Upon seeing Yun Wanrou, he was taken aback for a moment, then immediately bowed and greeted her: "Su Mufeng, Director of the Demon Slaying Bureau of Ding City, greets the General..."

His gaze swept across the room, clearly not taking Feng Mo, this young man, seriously.

Yun Wanrou waved her hand, stepped aside, and pointed at Feng Mo: "I'm not the general, he is."

Su Mufeng and the others behind her looked in the direction she was pointing, and when they saw Feng Mo's excessively young face, they were all stunned.

Such a young general?

But the general's token couldn't be faked, so no one dared to be negligent. They assumed it was some old monster with the secret to eternal youth, and quickly followed Su Mufeng in bowing again: "Greetings, General!"

In the crowd, a young clerk suddenly widened his eyes, pointed at Feng Mo, and exclaimed in a stammering voice.

"I...I recognize him! He's this year's national martial arts champion, Feng Mo!"

These words shocked everyone present.

An eighteen-year-old boy, the top scholar in the martial arts examination, and the commander-in-chief of the Demon Slayer Division?

Su Mufeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze was fixed on the Thunder Lord's Token, and a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

Lei Jun... isn't that a legendary figure who disappeared more than a hundred years ago?

Feng Mo didn't explain, but simply glanced at Yun Wanrou calmly, signaling her to take the lead.

Yun Wanrou understood immediately and spoke in a cool, clear voice:

"Yu Xuanfeng, the leader of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect, colluded with the Demon Worship Cult to attack military aircraft. The evidence is conclusive. The General is hereby appointed to personally oversee the investigation of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect in Ding City. If any remnants are found, it is better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!"

"Yu Xuanfeng? The Mind's Eye Sword Sect?"

Upon hearing this name, Su Mufeng's expression turned solemn. Then, a flash of inspiration struck him, instantly connecting the tragic demonic calamity of yesterday with the events before him!

Yes! It must be them!

Yesterday, five fourth-tier demonic beasts in the southern city suddenly rioted, causing the deaths of thousands of civilians. That was not an accident at all, but a man-made chaos!

"damn it!"

An uncontrollable rage surged to the top of his head, and Su Mufeng's eyes turned bloodshot.

He suddenly pulled out his bureau chief's token and roared as he gave the order.

"All members of the Ding City Demon-Slaying Bureau, listen to my command! The Heart-Eye Sword Sect has colluded with the Demon-Worshipping Cult; the evidence is irrefutable! Effective immediately, seal off Hidden Sword Mountain. Any Heart-Eye Sword Sect disciple who dares to resist will be executed on the spot!"

The command, transmitted through the token, transformed into invisible radio waves, instantly reaching every corner of Ding City.

The next moment, the entire city seemed to be awakened instantly, like a sleeping behemoth.

The delivery rider slammed on the brakes and pulled a short knife from under the seat.

In an office building, a white-collar worker who was smiling obsequiously one second might suddenly rip off his tie, smash a glass window, and jump out the next.

On the street, a vendor selling kebabs was shouting his wares when he lifted the lid of his grill. What was revealed wasn't charcoal, but rows of gleaming throwing knives...

Figures surged forth from every corner of the city, dressed in uniform black outfits, their shoulders embroidered with gold dragon and tiger motifs that shone brightly in the sunlight.

They had only one goal—Hidden Sword Mountain.

From high above, figures converged into a black torrent, carrying an aura of overwhelming killing intent, rushing towards the usually lofty and sacred sect grounds.

At the foot of Hidden Sword Mountain, hundreds of members of the Demon-Slaying Bureau quickly assembled, holding demon-locking chains and chanting secret incantations to set up the "Demon-Locking Array".

Golden runes shot into the sky, transforming into an inverted giant bowl that enveloped the entire Hidden Sword Mountain.

Such a large-scale operation instantly alarmed all the major and minor forces in Ding City.

Countless figures moved at the sound of the wind, converging on the mountain peak shrouded in golden light.

"What's going on? Has the Demon-Slaying Bureau gone mad? That's the Mind's Eye Sword Sect! The strongest sect in Ding City!"

"Yesterday's demonic calamity in the southern city killed over a thousand people! Now it seems most likely it's related to the Mind's Eye Sword Sect!"

"The Demon-Locking Formation... Once this formation is activated, it can only contain demons and monsters. The Mind-Eye Sword Sect is likely doomed this time."

Amidst the discussions, the Mind's Eye Sword Sect on Hidden Sword Mountain was in complete chaos.

In a bedroom filled with the stench of blood, Leng Ningshuang and Leng Wuhen were soaking naked in two huge buckets of blood.

The huge commotion coming from outside the mountain gate made their hearts pound wildly.

The brother and sister exchanged a frightened look.

Could it be... that things have been exposed?