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

Gu Chongli's appearance was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's enthusiasm.

Inside the auditorium, you could hear a pin drop.

Behind him followed several attendants, all dressed in the same uniforms of the capital, each with their heads held high and their eyes looking down on others, as if they were there not to attend a victory celebration, but to inspect their own territory.

Feng Qingyang stood on the stage, looking at the shattered gate, his eyes instantly turning cold.

His eyes, which always carried a hint of languor, were now filled with a chilling sword intent.

But he didn't react immediately; he just watched Gu Chongli perform quietly.

Gu Chongli enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and having everyone tremble in fear because of him.

He strolled to the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, but he ignored Feng Qingyang on the stage, as if this Shanghai general was just an insignificant decoration.

Finally, his gaze, like two sharp arrows, locked onto Feng Mo.

"You are Feng Mo?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a condescending, interrogative tone.

Feng Mo stood on the stage, his expression indifferent, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and showed no intention of answering his question.

Being ignored by a teenager like this, Gu Chongli's face darkened.

He snorted coldly, pulled out a dark black scroll from his pocket, and unfurled it abruptly.

The scroll was embroidered with the three large characters "Investigation Order" in gold thread, exuding a chilling aura.

"Imperial Capital Demon Slayer Bureau Investigation Order!"

Gu Chongli raised the scroll high, his voice suddenly rising as he sternly questioned:

"Feng Mo! I ask you, you are just an eighteen-year-old freshman, with no merit whatsoever. What qualifications do you have, what status do you hold, to dare to usurp the position of General?!"

"And who gave you the audacity to mobilize eight thousand elite troops from the Demon Slayer Division of Shanghai without authorization?!"

"Do you know that this is a crime of usurpation? According to the law, it is punishable by death!"

A series of questions struck everyone's hearts like heavy hammer blows.

Every sentence is slapped with the big labels of "rules" and "laws," sounding aggressive and intimidating.

The crowd below the stage exchanged bewildered glances, and some representatives of prominent families already wore expressions of schadenfreude.

They already harbored suspicions and jealousy towards Feng Mo, this young general who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Now that people from the capital had come to question him, they were naturally happy to see it happen.

Just then, a voice that was neither male nor female rang out from the crowd.

"Oh dear, Lord Gu, please calm down. I think there must be some misunderstanding."

Xia Ming, the vice president of Wuhan University in Shanghai, emerged from the crowd with a broad smile, looking like a fly that had smelled fish.

He first bowed and scraped to Gu Chongli, then turned to Feng Qingyang, feigning surprise:

"I thought Feng Mo had received a formal appointment from the Imperial Capital Command, which is why he dared to act this way. I never expected... sigh, I never expected that it was Principal Feng who acted on his own initiative."

He abruptly changed the subject, addressing the surrounding guests with a pained expression:

"Gentlemen, these charges of abusing power and engaging in illicit dealings are no small matter. Principal Feng, with his high position and great power, may not care, but our Shanghai Martial Arts University cannot afford to bear such a responsibility! If this gets out, what will others think of our school? They'll think that Shanghai is acting like a self-made king, disregarding the rules of the capital!"

Xia Ming's words were extremely insidious.

He claimed to be acting in the best interests of the school, but in reality, every word he said was intended to sow discord, pushing Feng Qingyang and Feng Mo to the opposite side of the entire Great Xia Kingdom's system.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense.

Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, and Chen Dong, three fifth-level warriors, had ashen faces and their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

They had just sworn a solemn oath of loyalty to Feng Mo, and now someone was jumping out to cause trouble. This was tantamount to slapping them in the face in public.

If Feng Qingyang hadn't remained silent on stage, the three of them would have rushed up and torn Xia Ming's foul mouth to shreds.

On the high platform, Feng Qingyang finally made a move.

He smiled.

"Xia Ming, your ability to distort the truth is becoming more and more refined."

Feng Qingyang chuckled softly, then took a step forward.

Without any earth-shattering momentum, he simply took one step and came to stand in front of Gu Chongli from the high platform.

In an instant, an incomparably sharp sword intent, like an invisible blade, tore apart the sixth-level pressure released by Gu Chongli.

Gu Chongli felt a biting cold wind blow in his face, making his hair stand on end and causing him to instinctively take a half step back.

"The token was given to me."

"The person was appointed by me."

Feng Qingyang looked at Gu Chongli, speaking slowly and deliberately, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable domineering air.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Gu Chongli was so intimidated by his imposing manner that he was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Xia Ming quickly tried to smooth things over with a sarcastic tone: "Oh, no, no, General Feng is incredibly powerful, who would dare to have any objections?" With that, he quietly retreated back into the crowd.

Gu Chongli's face turned pale and then red. He hadn't expected Feng Qingyang to be so tough, showing him no respect in front of so many people.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and instead revealed a contemptuous smile.

"Feng Qingyang, I know you. You climbed your way up from the bottom, you don't know the rules, you don't respect your superiors, and you only care about your fists. I won't stoop to your level."

He walked past Feng Qingyang and slowly approached Feng Mo, his sinister eyes scrutinizing Feng Mo as if he were looking at a piece of merchandise.

"Kid, you have good talent, but it's a pity you followed the wrong person and learned a lot of the bandit-like ways of the underworld."

As he spoke, he slowly reached out and patted Feng Mo on the shoulder.

The gesture was full of the "care" of an elder for a younger person and the "support" of a superior for a subordinate.

He wanted to use this method to tell everyone in Shanghai—even if you are a young general, even if you have made great military achievements, in front of me, Gu Chongli, you are just a junior who needs to be disciplined.

He wanted to use this slap to shatter Feng Mo's arrogance and to humiliate Feng Qingyang!

Everyone around held their breath.

A faint purple aura was already swirling around Yun Wanrou's fingertips.

Yang Jinyun's fist was already ignited with golden flames.

A glint of sword light flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes.

However, everyone's actions were a beat too slow.

Or rather, there was someone whose movements were incredibly fast.

Just a moment before Gu Chongli's calloused hand was about to touch Feng Mo's shoulder.

Feng Mo made a move.

fast!

It's so fast that the naked eye can't even perceive it!

A blur remained in place; his figure appeared as if he had teleported to Gu Chongli's side.

Then, a long, strong hand, like an iron clamp, shot out with lightning speed and precisely grabbed the wrist of the hand that Gu Chongli was slapping at him!

"Click!"

The crisp sound of bones grinding together was unusually jarring in the deathly silent auditorium.

Gu Chongli's hand froze in mid-air, unable to move forward even an inch.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at this unexpected scene.

Feng Mo held Gu Chongli's wrist, his face expressionless, his eyes icy cold, as if he were looking at a dead object.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Get your dirty hands away from me."

Gu Chongli was taken aback at first, then flew into a rage.

How dare a mere child lay a hand on him?!

Just as he was about to mobilize his inner energy to shake off Feng Mo, an unimaginable force suddenly came from his wrist!

"Snap! Snap!"

That was the groan of bones being forcibly compressed and unable to bear the weight!

Gu Chongli was horrified to discover that his powerful physical body, which he was so proud of as a sixth-level expert, was as fragile as a clay sculpture under that seemingly ordinary palm!

Excruciating pain!

The excruciating pain contorted the muscles in his face, and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He tried to struggle, but found that the other person's strength was beyond his imagination. That hand was like an unyielding shackle, clamping him tightly.

[Ding! Gu Chongli is shocked and humiliated by being overwhelmed by your physical strength, resulting in a slight breach in his defense. Defense breach points +10000!]