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

Inside a huge karst cave formed by hollowing out a mountainside at the bottom of the Xinlan River.

This place is a hidden paradise. The river is isolated from the outside by an invisible barrier. The cave is dry and warm, with soft aquatic plants covering the ground and large and small luminous pearls embedded in the walls, illuminating the entire cave as bright as day.

In the huge pool in the center of the cave, a giant catfish, over fifty meters long, pitch black, and as fat as a mountain of flesh, was lazily lying there.

Its eyes were half-open and half-closed, and its two long whiskers swayed gently, making it appear both relaxed and alert.

This fiend is a fifth-tier peak demon who has been entrenched in this place for over two hundred years and has proclaimed himself the "River God".

Not long ago, a water ripple rune condensed in front of it, conveying a message from another "demon god".

The messenger was a fifth-order water serpent demon. Unlike this grassroots creature with no background, behind that water serpent demon stood a powerful demon—the sixth-order peak White Tiger Mountain Lord.

The water serpent demon told it that the human demon-slaying bureau had sent people again.

This time, the leader was not the troublesome Feng Qingyang, but a young and monstrous human named Feng Mo.

Lord Baihu Mountain attaches great importance to this person, believing that his potential is no less than that of Dongfang Yangming in his time. He has personally set off from Baihu Ridge, thousands of miles away, to try to eliminate him.

The water snake demon hoped that it could intervene and temporarily restrain Feng Mo and his group, so that the White Tiger Mountain Lord would not come up empty-handed.

Meanwhile, the water serpent demon itself will also arrive soon, and will join forces with it.

After hearing the message, the catfish demon twitched its two whiskers disdainfully.

ridiculous.

Even if the leader of the group of people from the Demon Slayer Division outside wasn't very strong, the twelve fifth-level supervisors were no pushovers; each of them was a ruthless character who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Not to mention the massive army and war machine.

It goes out? Goes out to its death?

However... we can't refuse to give face to Lord Baihu.

That's a terrifying being who could break through to the seventh rank at any moment; we can't afford to offend him.

The catfish demon's enormous eyes darted around, and an idea popped into its head.

It opened its blood-red maw and spat out a ball of pure demonic power mixed with its primordial soul power.

The blood essence writhed in the water and soon coalesced into another catfish monster that was almost identical in size and aura to its original form.

This is its innate supernatural ability—to create clones.

This clone possesses 80% of the original's strength, enough to fool anyone.

The moment the clone materialized, the catfish demon's true form quickly concealed its aura, its massive body merging into the shadows, and finally, its entire presence vanished completely from the underwater cave.

"Hehe, the reason I've lived for so many years is because of one word—survival! From today onwards, you are my god!"

The catfish demon hid in the shadows of the cave, watching its perfect clone with smug satisfaction.

It has made up its mind.

He sent this clone out to handle the errand, while he continued to hide.

At that time, even if Lord Baihu Mountain were to come in person, he would absolutely not be able to see the flaw in this innate divine power, and would only mistake the clone for its true self.

If the Demon Slayer Division outside really has some kind of conspiracy, it doesn't matter if the clone is destroyed; at most, it will only lose some vital energy, but it won't damage the core.

"The Xinlan River region is becoming increasingly turbulent. The Demon Slayer Division comes year after year like a death knell. Once this matter is resolved, I'll move to another place and continue to develop my strength discreetly. I won't leave the mountain until I break through to the sixth rank!"

The catfish demon increasingly felt that he was a genius.

……

High in the sky.

Feng Mo is almost at the limit of his power accumulation.

Just as the crimson iron rod in his palm was about to complete its final charge and unleash its destructive power...

Unexpected changes occurred suddenly.

On the distant horizon, the thick, accumulated rain clouds were torn apart by an extremely ruthless force.

A fierce, bloody wind swept in from behind, and the air along its path seemed to groan in despair.

"roar--"

A tiger's roar that shook the heavens crashed down on this vast riverbank without warning.

There was no trace of the frenzy of a wild beast in that voice, only the cold indifference of someone who is high above and regards all things as straw dogs.

The sound waves spread out as tangible ripples, causing turbid waves tens of feet high to rise on the surface of the Xinlan River. The mud-brick and thatched huts on the riverbank, along with those strange animal bone totems, turned to dust the moment they came into contact with the sound waves.

In Xinlan Town, tens of thousands of townspeople who were originally holding a frenzied festival were now all contorted in their expressions.

That terrifying pressure, which transcended the level of life itself, seemed to directly crush their kneecaps.

Large groups of people collapsed to the ground, limp and slumped like mud, emitting painful screams that sounded like air leaking from their throats, defecating and urinating, trembling in fear.

"Hahaha, Lord White Tiger Mountain has arrived! Why don't you mortals kneel and greet him?"

A wild laugh followed the tiger's roar, and the clouds completely dissipated, revealing a pale, cloudless sky.

In the town, the faces of the twelve demon-slaying supervisors were ashen.

Yang Jinyun's hand gripping the battle sword trembled uncontrollably as he stared intently at the enormous creature that was approaching from the distance.

It was a giant white tiger over a hundred meters long, its four paws treading on eerie green ghost fire.

Even more terrifying was that behind the giant tiger, a 500-meter-tall phantom of a tiger-headed human-bodied figure stood tall and imposing.

The phantom was clad in tattered bronze armor, holding a giant axe stained with black blood upside down in its hand. With each breath, it was accompanied by the wailing of thousands upon thousands of wronged souls.

A sixth-tier peak demonic beast, the White Tiger Mountain Lord!

Extremely dangerous targets marked in bright red in the top-secret files of the Great Xia Demon Slayer Bureau.

Seventy years ago, this demon single-handedly stormed into Xiling Base City, swallowing up 300,000 civilians and tearing two sixth-level garrison commanders to pieces.

The pseudo-martial spirit behind it was forged from the vengeful souls and blood essence of those 300,000 people.

On the Black Dragon Chariot, Feng Mo lowered his eyelids, and the golden flames in his eyes flickered.

Trouble.

Originally, I only intended to kill a slippery loach, but unexpectedly, such a huge creature appeared.

He glanced at the system panel; he had earned tens of thousands of defense penetration points not long ago when he established his authority with the Demon Slayer Division.

If we really reach a dead end, we can simply add points on the spot and forcefully open the door to the fifth-order Dharma Aspect Realm.

With his accumulated experience, even after just entering the fifth rank, he might be able to put up a fight against this old white tiger.

Just as they were making their plans, a chilling, sinister laugh pierced their ears.

"Hehehehehe, this old Red Scorpion Mother has arrived too..."

Looking in the direction of the sound, everyone was shocked to discover that a scorpion five or six meters long was lurking on the massive head of the White Tiger Mountain Lord, which was as wide as a plaza.

The scorpion was entirely crimson, its carapace shimmering with a dazzling, eerie luster. The barb at the end of its tail was a sickly purplish-black, and occasionally a drop of venom would drip down, corroding the white tiger's fur below, creating a sizzling black hole.

"By order of the Demon Lord, I and the Mountain Lord have come to retrieve the head of Feng Mo Xiang Shangren."