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

Feng Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling edge.

As the question was asked, a high-frequency electrical sound suddenly filled the air, along with a low, suppressed rumble of thunder.

My patience has run out.

Yang Jinyun stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, and grinned maliciously: "You little brat, you dare to lay a hand on me...?"

boom!

Before the words were even finished, a thunderclap exploded in the conference room!

The blinding flash of light caused all the officers to squint instinctively.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, five towering figures composed of pure lightning slowly emerged from behind Feng Mo.

They were all over two meters tall, wearing phoenix-winged purple-gold crowns, clad in chainmail gold armor, with hairy faces and thunder god mouths, and surrounded by five completely different terrifying lightning bolts.

Red, blue, yellow, white, black.

Five Elements Thunder Dragon Transformation, a brand new technique after the Soul Fusion Realm - Qitian Five Elements Thunder Dragon Clone!

The crimson and cyan lightning dragon clones stood on either side of Feng Mo, arms crossed, like two ancient war gods, their aura no less powerful than that of the fifth-rank supervisors present.

The other three figures moved.

Yang Jinyun had only just finished uttering the last word of his provocative statement.

A bolt of pure black lightning appeared behind Yang Jinyun in an instant.

The black lightning dragon clone stretched out its large hand, its five fingers like hooks, grabbed Yang Jinyun by the back of the neck, and slammed it down hard in a simple and brutal manner!

"What?!" Yang Jinyun's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He didn't even have time to summon his martial spirit, and he had only condensed a thin layer of protective true energy. He could only rely on the powerful physique of a fifth-level martial artist to withstand the blow.

boom!

With a loud bang, a clear human-shaped crater was smashed into the hard alloy floor.

Immediately afterwards, violent black lightning surged into Yang Jinyun's body, paralyzing his meridians and sealing his dantian.

He felt his whole body stiffen, and the circulation of his martial soul power became extremely sluggish.

With a single strike, he defeated Yang Jinyun, a fifth-level fourth-tier supervisor known for his physical strength!

At the same time, the white and yellow Thunder Dragon clones also found their own targets.

Zhao Yuping and Chen Dong reacted a fraction faster than Yang Jinyun, roaring as they tried to summon their martial souls. However, the Thunder Dragon clone was faster, and its movements were exactly the same. It pressed down on the back of their necks with absolute force, pinning them to the ground and rendering them unable to move.

In the blink of an eye, three fifth-tier powerhouses were utterly crushed by the three lightning clones.

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The remaining officers, including the sinister man who had initially made the sarcastic remarks, all froze in their seats, their mockery and disdain replaced by intense shock and disbelief.

Is this... something an eighteen-year-old boy could do?

The youngest person present was over sixty years old, having spent half his life in the military, while the oldest had lived for one hundred and twenty years and witnessed several rises and falls of Shanghai.

But compared to this young man, every single one of them was like a dog living a miserable life!

[Ding! Yang Jinyun was easily subdued in public, his Dao Heart suffered a severe blow, his defense was severely breached, and his defense breach points increased by 10000!]

[Ding! Zhao Yuping and Chen Dong were easily defeated in public, losing all face and suffering severe damage to their defenses. Defense points increased by 20000!]

[Ding! All demon-slaying supervisors present were stunned by your terrifying strength, resulting in a moderate armor breach. Armor breach points +20000!]

Feng Mo remained seated in the main seat, his expression cold and stern.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears:

"Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, and Chen Dong publicly defied the General, openly disobeying orders despite having a mission at hand. According to the rules of the Demon Slayer Division, I have the right to revoke the training the Division has provided for you and abolish your martial arts training as a warning to others!"

Upon hearing this, the others all changed color, snapping out of their shock, and stood up to plead for mercy.

"General, you mustn't!"

"Yang Jinyun is a foul-mouthed brute. I beg you, General, to spare him this time, considering his past merits."

Liu Yun was sweating profusely with anxiety. He quickly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "General Feng, Yang Jinyun is, after all, a fifth-level martial artist and a core combatant. It would be better to keep him alive to atone for his crimes. If he is crippled like this, it will have a bad influence and damage your prestige, General."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo's expression softened slightly, as if he were considering Liu Yun's suggestion.

Seeing this, Liu Yun was overjoyed. He quickly turned around and kicked Yang Jinyun, who was being held down on the ground, hard: "You idiot, why don't you apologize to General Feng and admit your mistake?"

Yang Jinyun, who was suppressed by the black thunder dragon clone, had long lost his previous arrogance.

He struggled to lift his head, his face turning pale and then flushed, before finally lowering it again, saying in a hoarse voice, "General Feng... it was I, Yang Jinyun, who looked down on people. I was wrong."

The other two followed suit, bowing their heads in shame and yielding.

Although the Demon Slayer Division is not a military camp, the people here, like soldiers, admire the strong.

Yang Jinyun bossed Feng Mo around because he thought he was better than Feng Mo and that Feng Mo had no right to order him around.

But now, Feng Mo has proven with his strength that he is not only qualified, but that his qualifications are so heavy that they could break their backs.

Seeing this, Feng Mo knew that his goal of establishing his authority had been achieved, so he waved his hand, and the five lightning dragon clones transformed into bolts of lightning and entered his body.

"Out of respect for General Feng, and because this is your first offense, we will not pursue the matter further. However, if there is a next time, you will be severely punished."

Feng Mo stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, his voice suddenly rising in pitch, filled with undeniable authority:

"Now, I order you twelve to immediately mobilize all the troops under your command and assemble them at the reviewing stand within half an hour. Then proceed to the Xinlan River and join me in slaying the demon!"

This time, no one objected.

The twelve officers stood up straight in unison, clenched their right fists, and pounded them heavily on their left chests, producing a uniform, muffled thud.

"Yes, sir!"

In an instant, the twelve Demon Slayer Supervisors sprang into action, and the entire Demon Slayer Division of the Demon Capital was transformed into a high-speed war machine.

"General Feng has issued an order: all members of the Flying Tigers Battalion must arrive at the reviewing stand within twenty minutes!"

"General Feng's order: The entire Golden Eagle Battalion is to arrive at the reviewing stand within twenty minutes!"

"Green Serpent Battalion, listen to my command! Assemble at the troop deployment area within twenty minutes!"

The Demon Slayer Bureau of Shanghai, the mustering ground.

The massive military transport planes were parked neatly like prehistoric behemoths, while sleek fighter jets stood ready to take off, their missiles gleaming with a cold metallic sheen beneath their wings.

In addition, Feng Qingyang's golden chariot, pulled by a hundred-meter-long black dragon with its tendons, and several golden-feathered giant eagles with wingspans exceeding fifty meters, were also quietly parked at the sidelines, exuding the terrifying pressure of fifth-order demonic beasts.

As orders were issued through the communication channels, countless members of the Demon Slayer Division, dressed in black dragon and tiger gold-embroidered outfits, rushed to the assembly ground from every corner of the Magic City base.

From above, they appear as black torrents surging toward the black fortress from all directions.

Half an hour later, the parade ground was packed with people, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

Each captain of the Demon Slayer Division commands a battalion.

The "battalion" here doesn't refer to a military battalion; it's just a designation. Each battalion has a different name, such as the Flying Tiger Battalion, the Golden Eagle Battalion, etc.

Below the battalion are five detachments, each commanded by one of the five demon-slaying captains.

Below the main force are five squadrons, each commanded by a demon slayer.

Below that are five smaller teams, each led by a demon slayer.

Each squad consists of five members, each composed of at least a second-tier martial artist, plus a commander, making a total of six people.

That's equivalent to a battalion of over 600 people.

Twelve battalions, nearly eight thousand elite soldiers from the Demon Slayer Division!

At this moment, the battalions formed twelve huge square formations, and there was complete silence.

Yang Jinyun and the other twelve commanders stood in a row in front of their respective formations, their faces solemn.

Yang Jinyun's face still bore some bruises, but the arrogance in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a complex emotion—awe and a hint of lingering fear.

On the high platform, Feng Mo had already changed into the general's exclusive crimson-gold battle armor.

The outfit consisted of a black robe with dragon and tiger motifs as the base, covered by a crimson armor, with tiger-head shoulder guards that seemed to swallow the sky, and a belt with a fierce dragon swallowing the moon. The scarlet cloak with the character "斩" (slay) on the back fluttered in the wind.

The azure-colored general's token and the purple thunder king's token hung side by side at his waist, one sharp and the other domineering.

His black hair fluttered in the wind as he calmly surveyed the dark mass of people below.

There was no grand pre-battle mobilization, nor any hypocritical boasting.

The boy's clear and firm voice echoed throughout the entire military parade ground, carrying an undisguised killing intent.

"The Twelve Battalions of the Demon Slayer Division, heed my command!"

"Boarding!"

"Our destination is the banks of the Xinlan River. Follow me to slay the catfish, destroy the demon temple, and save our compatriots from suffering!"

"As the General commands!"

The response resounded through the sky.

Rumbling--

Dozens of transport planes started their engines, and the huge gusts of air made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Members of the Demon Slayer Division boarded the plane quickly and in an orderly manner, working in small teams.

Feng Mo then leaped up and landed directly on the most eye-catching black dragon chariot.

The twelve officers followed closely behind, each climbing onto the back of one of the golden-feathered giant eagles.

A massive aerial fleet slowly ascended, blotting out the sky.

Fighter jets provided escort on the perimeter, exuding a menacing aura.

The entire team, with overwhelming force, flew towards the vast land outside the Shanghai base city, a land overrun by demonic beasts.