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

The field staff of the Demon Slayer Division set up a cordon at the edge of the crowd to maintain order.

They all stood ramrod straight, their faces beaming with pride. Occasionally, they would nod to familiar citizens, eliciting friendly teasing and greetings.

On the periphery of the crowd, a group of young people dressed in the uniforms of the Demon Slayer Division's reserve members appeared particularly solemn.

It was Yun Wanrou who led the freshmen of Shanghai Martial Arts University.

Chu Qiulan stood at the front of the line, her face as cold and aloof as ever, but her usually calm eyes were now fixed on the horizon.

Jin Zhengyi, standing beside her, was a completely different person. He was like a taut string, his face flushed with excitement, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly. If it weren't for the discipline, he probably would have jumped to the front of the cordon long ago.

Among the group were many faces that had been seen or even sparred with during the martial arts exam.

They were once the pride of their respective provinces and cities, but now they are all wearing the same uniforms, standing here, waiting to welcome the triumphant team.

"Senior Yun, isn't this a huge commotion?" A freshman from another province, looking at the scene of almost the entire city turning out, couldn't help but whisper to Yun Tianyi beside him, "I've heard that General Feng is renowned, but is this how he always goes after a triumphant return?"

This hit Yun Tianyi right where it hurt.

He cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and, trying to sound mature, slightly raised his chin: "Young comrade, you're unaware of this. This time, it's different!"

He held up a finger and waved it in the air: "Killing a peak fifth-tier demonic beast is nothing special for our Commander Feng. But the significance of this is the more than 30,000 compatriots who were rescued! Do you know what that means?"

Yun Tianyi's expression turned serious, and his voice deepened: "Those are a group of people who have been raised by demonic beasts for over two hundred years! Their ancestors have lived in a world woven by demons, filled with lies and fear; their worldview is completely different from ours. To uproot them from that deeply ingrained mindset of enslavement and then safely migrate them thousands of kilometers back to the Demon Capital—the difficulty of this is far greater than directly slaying ten fifth-tier demonic beasts! This tests not only martial prowess, but also wisdom, courage, and skill!"

The freshmen gasped in surprise. They had initially just found it exciting, but now they realized the profound significance behind this operation.

"Then... how many troops were deployed this time?" someone asked.

Yun Tianyi's smugness returned. He counted on his fingers, as if reciting a treasure trove: "Our Demon Slaying Division in the Demon Capital mobilized all twelve battalions! Nearly eight thousand elites who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood! In addition, there are twelve fifth-tier Dharma Aspect Realm supervisors! Each of them is a powerful figure capable of establishing their own sect!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the young faces, all utterly stunned, basking in the spotlight.

"Of course," Yun Tianyi changed the subject, pointing to the sky, "those were just appetizers."

Everyone's eyes followed his finger.

On the horizon, a dozen huge black dots are rapidly growing larger.

A moment later, everyone finally saw clearly that they were twelve golden-feathered giant eagles with wingspans of over fifty meters!

Their bodies were like cast gold, and their wings stirred up gusts of wind as they flapped.

On the back of each giant eagle stood a figure like a javelin, clad in standard battle armor, their aura deep and imposing—these were the twelve fifth-rank supervisors!

"hiss--"

A collective gasp rang out from the new students.

The fifth-order Dharma Aspect Realm experts, who are usually elusive and rarely seen, are now guarding the area like an honor guard.

This spectacle was beyond their wildest imagination.

However, Yun Tianyi shook his head, a look of almost devout reverence on his face, and his voice was very low, as if he were telling a sacred secret.

"The real 'protagonist' is behind that."

His gaze passed over the twelve golden-feathered giant eagles and landed on a colossal creature further away, reflecting a blinding golden light.

"Do you see that golden chariot? Do you see... the black dragon pulling it?"

Everyone saw it.

It was a ferocious black dragon over a hundred meters long, its scales shimmering with a dark luster in the sunlight, and its four claws treading on churning clouds.

Its dragon tendons were pulled out and wrapped around several chains made of an unknown metal. The other end of the chains was connected to a huge and magnificent golden chariot.

The dragon's eyes were filled with savagery and resentment, yet it could only pull the chariot forward in humiliation and silence.

"One hundred and twenty-six years ago, the Dragon King of the East Sea rebelled and tried to flood the Demon City. The then-General 'Lei Jun' fought alone with only a spear. That battle was earth-shattering, and in the end, Principal Li managed to kill the old Dragon King, who was at the peak of the sixth rank. And this black dragon was one of the old Dragon King's nine sons."

Yun Tianyi's voice carried a sense of epic vicissitude.

"It was also personally suppressed by Principal Li, who extracted its dragon tendons, sealed its cultivation, and punished it to pull the cart for the general of the Demon Slaying Division for all eternity as an atonement for its sins."

"So, remember this."

Amidst the stunned silence of all the new students, Yun Tianyi's voice, like a heavy hammer, struck each and every one of them in the heart.

"In the entire city of Shanghai, only the General has the power to pull a chariot in the sky with a dragon!"

These words were like a brand, deeply engraved in the minds of all the young martial artists present.

At this moment, the title of "General" was no longer an empty position, but a concrete, unshakable, and supreme totem.

As the golden chariot drew closer, its overwhelming aura gradually quelled the clamor of the tens of thousands below.

Everyone held their breath, looking up and waiting.

The golden chariot rolled through the clouds, and the black dragon's unwilling roar was torn apart by the wind.

The enormous shadow slowly enveloped the Triumph Avenue below, bringing a brief period of darkness and a suffocating silence.

All eyes were focused on the chariot that symbolized the highest level of military power in Shanghai.

How will General Feng Qingyang accept the cheers of the entire city?

Just then, a sharp-eyed freshman rubbed his eyes abruptly, pointed uncertainly at the sky, and his voice changed.

"Wait...wait...look! On the chariot, it seems...it seems there's more than just General Feng?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"What?"

"Nonsense, who is qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with the General?"

"But... but there really are two figures!"

The whispers of the crowd instantly coalesced into a massive wave of sound. Everyone stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to see clearly.

At the front of the chariot, there were indeed two figures standing side by side.

One of them was someone everyone recognized. Wearing a long blue robe and an iron sword at his waist, his languid posture exuded an indescribable sharpness—it was none other than Feng Qingyang, the principal of the Shanghai Martial Arts University and the commander-in-chief of the Demon Slayer Division.

And another figure...

It was a suit of armor they had never seen before!

It was entirely red gold, flowing with a molten lava-like luster in the morning light.

His shoulders were adorned with ferocious tiger-head shoulder guards, seemingly capable of devouring all light. Behind him, a scarlet cloak bearing the character "斩" (slay) fluttered wildly in the gale-force winds at an altitude of ten thousand meters, like a burning battle flag!

The figure was tall and slender, with long black hair flying wildly in the wind. His face was handsome, yet he possessed a coldness and composure that belied his age.

Who is he?

This question spread like wildfire through the minds of hundreds of thousands of people, like a virus.

The moment Yun Tianyi saw the figure clearly, his pupils contracted to the size of a pinhead.

He made a "hoarse...hoarse..." sound from his throat, as if he were being choked, and the color drained from his face in an instant, only to suddenly turn a deep liver color in the next second!

He was trembling all over, not from fear, but from an extreme, unbelievable ecstasy and excitement that was almost overwhelming his reason!

"seal up……"

Yun Tianyi's throat felt as if something was blocking it, and he managed to squeeze out a broken syllable with difficulty.

The next moment, as if struck by lightning, he trembled violently and roared out in a voice that was almost cracking!

The voice trembled violently with extreme shock, ecstasy, and disbelief, echoing throughout the entire street!

"Feng Mo?!!"

"That's Feng Mo!! That's my brother!!!"