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

Hidden Sword Mountain, in front of the mountain gate.

The atmosphere was heavy as lead, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

Bai Qiuyi, a fourth-level elder of the Mind-Eye Sword Sect, stood facing the Demon-Slaying Bureau below the mountain with his disciples, their faces ashen. His usually refined face was now clouded with gloom.

"Director Su, our Mind's Eye Sword Sect has always maintained a peaceful coexistence with your Demon-Slaying Bureau. What is the reason for this grand-scale siege of our sect today?"

Bai Qiuyi suppressed his anger and unease, and questioned him in a low voice.

His response was met with the icy gazes of hundreds of members of the Demon-Slaying Bureau below the mountain, and the demon-locking chains they gripped tightly, shimmering with golden runes.

Su Mufeng stood before the great formation with his hands behind his back.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the sect's palace on the mountain, and he didn't say a word.

That silence was more oppressive than any roar, carrying the chilling killing intent of a beast about to devour its prey.

Bai Qiuyi's ominous premonition grew stronger. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but was interrupted by Su Mufeng's cold words.

"You'll find out soon enough."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than four streaks of light appeared in the distance, arriving in an instant at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The leader was a boy dressed in a black martial arts uniform.

Beneath his feet, a ferocious dragon shadow formed from black and white energy appeared and disappeared.

He strode through the void, each step landing precisely on the beat of everyone's heartbeat, making their chests feel tight and their breathing difficult.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes were calm, and his gaze casually swept over the crowd below the mountain and the buildings on the mountain, carrying an imposing aura that was completely out of place for his age, as if he were looking down on all living beings.

This scene captured the attention of everyone present.

"Who is that young man? Riding on dragon shadows and flying through the air, he must be at least a fifth-tier Dharma Aspect Realm expert!"

"Wait! I recognize him! He's Feng Mo! This year's national martial arts college entrance exam champion! Wasn't he only at the third level? Wait, this aura... fourth level? My god! Such a huge commotion, was he the one who orchestrated it?"

"The three people behind him... their auras are simply unfathomable! I don't even have the courage to look them in the eye! There are actually such formidable figures standing behind the Ding City Demon-Slaying Bureau!"

Down the mountain, the members of various powerful forces in Ding City who had been alerted and come to watch were all shaken to their core, whispering among themselves, their voices filled with horror.

Amidst countless gazes of awe, curiosity, and astonishment, the four landed gracefully.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Su Mufeng's spirits lifted, and he immediately stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Feng Mo.

This action was swift and decisive.

When Bai Qiuyi saw this scene, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and an ominous premonition almost burst through the top of his head.

The head of the Demon Slaying Bureau of Ding City actually performed such a grand salute to an eighteen-year-old boy?

He forced himself to calm down, turned his gaze to the boy who made him extremely uneasy, and shouted sharply, "Who are you? Why have you sealed off my Mind's Eye Sword Sect for no reason!"

Feng Mo didn't bother to look at him properly, treating him like a fly buzzing in his ear.

He uttered two words calmly.

"Take it down."

Before he finished speaking, the silent, mountain-like protector behind him took a step forward.

There are no fancy moves, no dazzling internal energy.

It was that simple, just one punch.

hum!

Space momentarily froze and distorted.

Bai Qiuyi felt an indescribable and irresistible terrifying force rushing towards him like a tidal wave.

Faced with that power, his proud peak fourth-tier cultivation was as fragile as a toy for a three-year-old child.

Before he could even think of drawing his sword, his tough protective aura shattered silently, like an eggshell.

puff--!

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, and Bai Qiuyi flew backwards for dozens of meters like a broken sack, crashing heavily into a huge stone lion statue behind the mountain gate.

With a loud "boom," the hard stone lion was smashed into pieces, sending fragments flying everywhere.

He slid softly to the ground, his chest caved in horribly, his fate unknown.

The entire room fell silent.

Whether they were disciples of the Mind Eye Sword Sect or onlookers from all walks of life below the mountain, they all seemed to be frozen in place, their mouths agape and their eyes wide open.

One punch.

It was just one punch.

He swatted away a well-known, genuine peak fourth-tier martial artist in Ding City like a fly.

Everyone was completely stunned by this thunderous attack, and their eyes were filled with unparalleled horror and fear as they looked at the protector who had made the move.

The image of Feng Mo, who drives such beings, instantly became unfathomable in their minds, like that of a god or demon.

Feng Mo acted as if he had only done something insignificant before turning his gaze to Yun Wanrou beside him.

He wanted to see for himself what exactly Yun Wanrou meant by the "Demon Slayer's style of doing things."

A hint of pleasure and a chilling murderous intent curled at the corners of Yun Wanrou's lips.

She stepped forward, her voice not loud, but infused with martial spirit power, clearly resounding throughout the entire Hidden Sword Mountain and reaching the ears of every disciple of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect.

"Yu Xuanfeng, the leader of the Mind-Eye Sword Sect, colluded with the Demon Worship Cult to attack military aircraft. The evidence against him is conclusive, and he has been executed on the spot."

"I hereby order you to immediately open the mountain gate, lay down your weapons, assemble in the mountain gate square, and undergo screening."

"Anyone who disobeys or resists will be considered an accomplice and executed without exception!"

Her voice was calm and detached as she recounted an ordinary little matter.

But these words were like a bolt from the blue to the disciples of the Mind Eye Sword Sect, causing an uproar throughout the entire Hidden Sword Mountain!

"Impossible! The sect leader is a peak fifth-tier expert, how could he possibly be dead!"

"Our sect leader is highly respected and would never collude with the Demon Worshipping Cult! This is slander! Don't believe it!"

"Fight them! Activate the mountain-protecting formation! Avenge our sect leader!"

A series of chaotic roars and howls echoed from the mountain, interspersed with the sharp clang of weapons being drawn. Clearly, Yu Xuanfeng held immense prestige within the sect, and these disciples simply did not believe he would defect to the Demon Worshiping Cult.

Just as the chaos on the mountain was about to escalate into a bloody conflict, a weak yet venomous voice rang out from the pile of rubble.

It was Bai Qiuyi, who had just been severely injured by a punch.

He struggled to his feet, his face ashen, blood and gore mixed with bits of flesh gushing from his mouth. With all his might, he roared, "Stop! The Heart-Eye Sword Sect... there's absolutely no way they could collude with the Demon-Worshipping Cult... We're willing... willing to accept an investigation by the Demon-Slaying Division! But... but if our sect's innocence is proven... then... we must be given justice!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Heart Eye Sword Sect, who were originally indignant and ready to fight to the death, forcibly suppressed their impulses, even though they were still resentful.

With the sect leader absent, the Grand Elder is the sect's strongest fighting force.

Now that even the Grand Elder has spoken, what else can they say?

Before long, under the organization of some deacons, hundreds of disciples of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect reluctantly walked out of the mountain gate and lined up in the square, each with a face full of humiliation and resentment.

Upon seeing this, Su Mufeng immediately took out a thick register, walked quickly to Feng Mo, and handed it over with both hands.

"General, this register lists all the registered members of the Mind's Eye Sword Sect. Please take a look."

Feng Mo took the roster, flipped through it casually, and scanned it with his divine sense, matching the numbers on it with the people in the square one by one.

He quickly raised an eyebrow slightly.

It seems that not everyone has arrived.

Two are missing.

"Elder Bai," Yun Wanrou's gaze fell on the roster, then turned to Bai Qiuyi, who was lying on the ground barely breathing, her voice cold, "Why haven't Leng Wuhen and Leng Ningshuang, who are on the roster, shown up yet?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Qiuyi's heart tightened suddenly.

He had previously heard rumors that the sect leader was colluding with demonic beasts, but deep down he didn't believe it.

But now, the sect leader's two most beloved disciples have disappeared at this critical juncture, causing his unwavering belief to begin to waver violently.

The Demon Slayer Division has come with overwhelming force today, displaying a stance of no return. Such a move would be impossible without solid evidence. After all, the various powers within the Great Xia Dynasty are deeply entrenched, and to wantonly oppress a major sect would be tantamount to shaking the very foundation of the nation.

"He... he and his sister, perhaps... perhaps they are in seclusion in the back mountain, unaware of what's happening outside. I... I'll take a few adults up the mountain to look for them." Bai Qiuyi explained with difficulty, panting heavily, but his eyes unconsciously darted away.

"No need."

Feng Mo suddenly looked up at the cloud-shrouded peak of Hidden Sword Mountain.

A flash of brilliant golden light streaked across the depths of his dark pupils.

He said calmly, "Those two are in a building on the back hill."

His keen eyes had already pierced through all obstacles and clearly perceived it.

Deep within the back mountains, inside an ancient ancestral hall, two faint yet eerie auras, identical to Yu Xuanfeng's, emanated an ominous light.

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Mo had a thought. The black and white dragon of life and death beneath his feet let out a deep roar, lifting him into the sky and transforming him into a streak of light, flying straight in that direction.

Yun Wanrou and her two protectors followed without hesitation.

"That's...!" Bai Qiuyi's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the direction they flew in.

That building on the back hill... is it the Ancestral Master's Shrine?!