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

Outside the camp, Feng Qingyang was leaning against a boulder, sipping his wine and enjoying the brief moment of peace after the great battle.

Suddenly, he paused in his drinking motion.

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from the center of the camp without warning, shooting straight into the sky!

That aura was domineering, vast, and ancient, carrying an arrogance and fighting spirit that seemed to want to tear a hole in the sky!

"Um?"

Feng Qingyang suddenly sat up straight, his gaze sharp as lightning, shooting towards Feng Mo's tent.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Above the camp, endless golden light converged, and a massive, breathtaking phantom rose from the ground at an incredible speed!

Ten meters, one hundred meters, five hundred meters... one thousand meters!

It's still getting bigger!

Finally, a colossal Dharma image, towering 1,500 meters high, stood between heaven and earth!

The image of the Buddha was adorned with a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, and two crimson feathers swayed slightly in the night breeze.

Clad in golden chainmail, the armor radiated an immortal divine glow, each plate seemingly inscribed with runes of the Great Dao.

He wore lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

What's most unsettling is that on that hairy Thunder God's face, a pair of divine eyes burning with golden flames are indifferently surveying all directions.

That gaze seemed to have traversed countless ages, seeing through all the illusions of the world, carrying an innate arrogance and loneliness.

Even more outrageous is that this thousand-meter-tall Dharma statue is also holding an equally enormous crimson gold iron rod!

The iron rod had two golden hoops at both ends and a section of black iron in the middle, on which were engraved the five ancient characters "Ruyi Jingu Bang" (如意金箍棒).

At this moment, this pillar that stabilizes the sea has transformed into a colossal pillar that pierces through the heavens and the earth. The immense power emanating from it causes ripples in the surrounding air, as if it could be crushed at any moment!

"Cough... Pfft!"

Feng Qingyang was so shocked by the earth-shattering sight that he spat out the mouthful of wine he had just gulped down.

He suddenly stood up, his mouth agape for a long time. The ever-present laziness and composure on his face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a look of utter shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

He had seen at least eighty or a hundred fifth-order Dharma forms. For ordinary martial artists, a Dharma form that was two or three hundred meters tall was considered to have a solid foundation.

Even the top geniuses from those holy lands and sects only have Dharma forms that are five or six hundred meters tall.

Even when he unleashed his own sixth-order divine sword dharma form at full power, it only reached about a thousand meters.

But this one in front of me...

1,500 meters?

He just broke through to the fifth rank?!

Feng Qingyang rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things, and finally, he squeezed out two words through gritted teeth:

"……abnormal."

the other side.

Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, and Chen Dong, who had just sworn allegiance and were drinking and bragging together, were so shocked that they fell to the ground.

They were completely unaware that they had spilled alcohol all over themselves.

The three of them tilted their heads back, their jaws almost dislocated, staring blankly at the terrifying, sky-covering image of the divine monkey in the night sky.

"Old...Old Yang...I...Am I drunk?" Zhao Yuping's voice trembled.

"You fucking pinch me!" Yang Jinyun roared.

Zhao Yuping instinctively pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch!!" Yang Jinyun jumped up in pain, but the expression on her face wasn't one of agony, but rather a twisted mixture of ecstatic joy and horror. "It's real! It's real!"

They had seen General Feng's divine sword form, which was incomparably sharp and could split the sky with a single strike.

I have also seen the Dharma forms of other fifth-tier powerhouses, some mighty, some strange.

But they had never seen such an outrageous, domineering Dharma image, as if it could shatter a mountain with a single slap!

This is completely unreasonable!

At this moment, the last trace of doubt they had about Feng Mo because of his age completely vanished.

Instead, there was a frenzy and worship that erupted like a flash flood!

With such a being by your side, how can you not achieve great things?!

High in the sky, the astonishing Dharma image appeared for only a dozen seconds before slowly disappearing, transforming back into golden light and disappearing into Feng Mo's tent.

But the shock it brought was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

As Feng Qingyang looked in the direction where the Dharma image disappeared, the shock in his eyes gradually turned into an almost ecstatic appreciation.

The more he looked at Feng Mo, the more pleasing he found him to the eye. His plan to retire early and pass on the position of general became clearer and more resolute.

"Good lad, you've been hiding it well, damn it..."

Feng Qingyang happily took another big gulp of wine, the frustration of being choked earlier vanished, and he felt that the wine had never tasted so delicious.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the night, looking towards Shanghai, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

No, we need to build him a bigger platform.

Feng Qingyang made up his mind.

When we get back to Shanghai, we must throw a celebration banquet for Feng Mo.

He wanted to draw all the attention in Shanghai to this young general who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

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The morning mist had not yet dissipated, but the main road outside the east gate of the Shanghai base city was already bustling with people.

On ordinary days, this "Triumphant Avenue," wide enough to accommodate sixteen heavy trucks side by side, is always bustling with people heading to their respective livelihoods.

But today, this place has become a sea of ​​people.

The breakfast vendors parked their carts far away. In the sizzling oil, golden fried dough sticks tumbled and rolled, their aroma mingling with the rich soy milk, wafting through the cool air.

An elderly man with gray hair, holding half a fried dough stick in his hand, spoke in a low voice to his grandson, whose eyes were full of curiosity, but whose tone was full of undisguised pride: "Look at this scene today, it's to welcome our heroes from the Demon Slayer Division home! I heard they pulled off a big heist this time, snatching more than 30,000 people back from the jaws of a demon beast!"

Amidst the crowd, a banner was held high, bearing the simplest words in yellow on a red background: "Welcome home, heroes of the Demon Slayer Division!" and "Welcome back, our compatriots!"

It lacks flowery language, yet it is more profound than any hymn.