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

The dormitory area of ​​Wuhan University in Shanghai is not an ordinary building, but a villa complex nestled against the mountains and beside the lake.

Villa No. 1, as the exclusive residence of the national martial arts examination champion, boasts an exceptionally prime location.

It occupies a small island in the middle of the lake, where the spiritual energy is almost tangible, and it is connected to the main road only by a small bridge carved from white marble.

The Yun siblings were quite sensible; they stopped at the bridgehead after seeing Feng Mo off. Yun Tianyi looked at the island in the middle of the lake shrouded in misty spiritual energy, his mouth practically watering with envy. He muttered, "Goodness, this treatment is even better than our old man's sanatorium."

"Feng Mo," Yun Piaomiao took a deep breath, finally unable to hold back, her voice low and carrying a hint of concern she herself didn't realize, "The Xia family has considerable influence in the school. That vice principal, Xia Ming, is a sixth-level Domain Realm martial artist from the Xia family. You..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear: she was warning him to be careful of the Xia family's retaliation.

Feng Mo simply nodded and calmly replied with two words: "Okay."

This reaction startled Yun Piaomiao.

He just casually agreed?

There was no anger, no disdain, and not a trace of tension; it was as if she had only heard a casual greeting like, "The weather is nice today." This left Yun Piaomiao with a bellyful of advice stuck in her throat.

Looking at Feng Mo's young yet calm face, she suddenly realized that perhaps she was worrying unnecessarily. This man didn't need anyone's reminders or concerns.

After watching the two leave, Feng Mo walked alone across the white jade bridge and stepped onto the island in the middle of the lake.

The villa occupies a vast area, is three stories high, and has its own courtyard filled with spiritual plants. The air is not filled with the fragrance of flowers, but with the refreshing sweetness emanating from the extremely rich spiritual energy. Just one breath makes you feel relaxed and comfortable throughout your body.

Stepping inside, the interior is luxuriously and elegantly decorated, and equipped with all kinds of high-tech living facilities.

Feng Mo ignored this and went straight to the underground training room.

"Buzz—"

The heavy alloy door slowly opened, and a surge of pure energy, more than ten times more concentrated than the outside air, rushed out, almost blowing his full head of black hair back. Every pore on his body seemed to open up at that moment, greedily absorbing this energy.

The scale of this training room is comparable to that of Li Changqing's fifth-tier training room, which cost over a billion to build.

"The Shanghai Martial Arts University has really gone all out," Feng Mo remarked, then casually closed the gate.

To isolate the inside from the outside.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, and with a thought, a large amount of cultivation resources poured out onto the ground. Pills shimmering with purple light, viscous liquid like mercury in jade bottles, and strangely shaped, vibrant body-tempering materials—the sight was dazzling and radiant.

The resources amassed along the way were far more abundant than Feng Mo had imagined.

Like a seasoned apothecary, he used his divine sense to transform into an invisible hand, precisely selecting and categorizing the treasures scattered on the ground. All the resources suitable for the fourth-order Soul Fusion Realm were separated one by one, and soon, an astonishing small mountain piled up in front of him.

"system."

[Current breach point: 189901]

With nearly 190,000 breach points and a massive amount of cultivation resources at hand.

enough.

A glint of light flashed in Feng Mo's eyes, and he did not hesitate at all.

"System, allocate cultivation points to 'The Great Sage Equaling Heaven Soul Suppressing Scripture'!"

[Ding! Adding cultivation points...]

The moment the system notification sounded, the mountain of cultivation resources in front of Feng Mo seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, turning into colorful torrents of energy that he swallowed whole.

[You have begun cultivating the "Soul-Suppressing Scripture of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven"...]

[You have consumed the 'Purple Gold Soul-Nourishing Pill,' greatly increasing your soul power...]

[You have absorbed the 'Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Stalactite,' and your physical strength has begun to increase...]

[With his innate spiritual talent fully unleashed, the five SSS-level Qi Seas surged within you like five black holes, frantically refining the violent and chaotic energy within your body, transforming it into the purest Martial Soul Power...]

Your cultivation level is rapidly increasing...

[Soul Fusion Realm Level 1... Soul Fusion Realm Level 2...]

Feng Mo's realm began an unbelievable ascent.

……

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away from the Shanghai base city.

In the distant sky, a thick, black streak of light tore through the clouds, hurtling towards the base city at a terrifying speed far exceeding that of a fighter jet. Wherever the streak of light passed, even the air seemed to groan under its immense weight.

As the distance closed, the true nature of the rainbow light was finally revealed.

It was a ferocious black dragon, over a hundred meters long, with prominent antlers on its head and covered in jet-black scales!

The black dragon exuded an overwhelming aura that shook the heavens and the earth. Ordinary low-level martial artists would lose their composure and faint on the spot with just a glance.

However, this terrifying creature, comparable to a sixth-level martial artist, was now filled with pain and humiliation in its dragon eyes, and a suppressed, low roar, like a bellows breaking, came from its throat.

A dragon tendon as thick as an infant's arm was pulled alive from the flesh of its back, one end still dripping with blood and connected to its body, while the other end was bound to a huge golden chariot.

The chariot has an ancient and simple design, resembling a relic from the pre-Qin period. It is made entirely of an unknown golden metal, and its body is engraved with mysterious patterns, radiating an immortal brilliance.

Inside the carriage, a man dressed in a long blue robe, his long hair casually tied up with only a wooden hairpin, was lounging lazily.

He had an ordinary iron sword hanging at his waist and a red wine gourd in his hand. Every now and then, he would raise it and let the blood-red wine flow into a straight line, landing precisely in his mouth without spilling a drop.

This man was none other than Feng Qingyang, the commander-in-chief of the Demon Capital of the Great Xia Demon Slaying Division.

Behind the golden chariot, five golden-feathered giant eagles with wingspans exceeding thirty meters lined up in a row, each with a group of fierce and murderous men and women standing on its back.

They wore the distinctive black uniforms of the Demon Slayer Division, with dragon and tiger motifs embroidered in gold thread on their shoulders. Their eyes were indifferent, and their aura was restrained. They were all fifth-order Dharma Aspect Realm experts!

Further away, a dozen military transport planes appeared and disappeared in the clouds, maintaining a fixed distance.

"Buzz—"

The energy shield that covered the sky above the Magic City base silently opened a huge gap.

Black Dragon pulled the chariot and roared in, surrounded by a group of powerful figures.

This astonishing scene drew countless onlookers to the ground, bringing traffic to a standstill.

"My God! What is that? A dragon! A real dragon!" A young martial artist who had just arrived in Shanghai pointed at the sky, his jaw almost dropping in astonishment. He had only ever seen this legendary creature in books and videos.

An old man in a tank top next to me, smoking a cigarette, glanced at me briefly, then casually flicked off his ash, his tone brimming with undisguised pride: "Just arrived in Shanghai, huh? Don't make a fuss, you'll get used to it."

"That chariot pulled by the black dragon is the personal vehicle of the General of the Demon City, and the golden eagle behind it is a flying mount trained by the Demon Slayer Division. Both the black dragon and the golden eagle are faster than fighter jets when flying at full speed!"

Another person looked up, his face full of admiration, and exclaimed, "Judging by this display, Commander Feng must have gone to the outskirts of the base city again to slay demons and save the people. He's truly amazing!"

The old man glanced at the shocked young martial artist, then pointed to the sky: "Hey kid, see those transport planes over there? They're carrying either the corpses of demonic beasts or people rescued from outside. The more transport planes there are, the more demonic beasts General Feng has killed, or the more people he has rescued."

The young martial artist stared in disbelief, asking, "People we rescued? Don't all of us humans live inside the base city? How come there are still people outside?"

"Heh, that's what the textbook says, isn't it?" The old man chuckled. "Young man, there are so many things you don't know. Let me tell you about them today."

The young martial artist quickly pulled a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, saying, "Please speak, sir."

The old man tucked his cigarette behind his ear, took a drag, and squinted as he said, "In our Great Xia Kingdom, and even the entire world, most areas are occupied by demonic beasts. Base City is just a few isolated islands in a vast ocean. Outside Base City, there are many demonic beasts, but just as many humans also survive."

"But compared to us, their situation is much worse. Their living environment and resources are terrible, and they face all kinds of dangers every day."

The young martial artist listened with a pounding heart: "Then they..."

"I've also heard," the old man lowered his voice, his expression turning serious, "that some high-level demonic beasts outside are no less intelligent than humans. They treat themselves as gods, raising humans like livestock, making those humans worship them generation after generation, offering sacrifices regularly."

"Besides that, there are those scumbags from the Demon Worship Cult who are worse than pigs and dogs. They often kidnap people, taking skilled and knowledgeable individuals outside the base city to serve the demon beasts there, building their nests and researching weapons!"

The young martial artist turned pale from the shock of this cruel truth, muttering, "How could this be... The people outside are suffering too much."

The old man gazed in the direction where the Demon Slayer Corps had disappeared, remained silent for a moment, and then sighed: "It was tough, but at least the Demon Slayer Corps kept trying and kept saving our compatriots outside."

He patted the young man on the shoulder, his tone incredibly firm.

"As long as General Feng is still here, the sky over our Shanghai will never fall down."