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

Feng Mo dispersed his Dharma form, took a step, and his figure appeared at the summit of the Jade Face Sect's main peak.

He ignored the frenzy below the mountain, and slowly raised his head, his fiery eyes piercing through the vast void, gazing towards the distant east.

In his view, the eastern skyline of Shanghai was being stained black by surging demonic energy.

Among them, three demonic energies were particularly powerful, like three towering demonic pillars, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

Beneath those three demonic energies, a cyan sword light and a golden giant were teetering on the brink of collapse.

The light was dim, and the sword was covered with cracks.

The giant is riddled with holes and could collapse at any moment.

Just then, the military communicator on Feng Mo's waist emitted a piercing alarm.

A belated, blood-red military intelligence report was projected into the air.

"Urgent Military Situation: On the East China Sea defense line, General Feng is besieged by three peak sixth-tier demonic dragons: the East China Sea Old Dragon King Ao Yuan, the Black Dragon Prince Ao Li, and the Silver Dragon Princess Ao Yue. Outnumbered, his Divine Sword Martial Soul has already shown cracks! Inspector Lu is rushing to the rescue. The situation is critical! Shanghai... is in imminent danger!"

The deafening cheers on Jade Face Mountain came to an abrupt halt.

In an instant, everyone's face turned deathly pale.

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On the shore of the East China Sea.

The turbid waves surged to the sky, staining the blue waters with blood.

"puff!"

Feng Qingyang was like a cannonball launched at high speed, crashing into a rocky island below, shattering the entire island into pieces.

He struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs. His blue robe was already soaked with blood and seawater, becoming tattered and in tatters.

The azure divine sword dharma image behind him, which was hundreds of meters tall, was now covered with cracks and its light had dimmed to the extreme, as if it would collapse at any moment.

High in the sky, three colossal dragons, their bodies blotting out the sun, surrounded him and another crimson-gold giant in a triangular formation.

Ao Yuan, the Old Dragon King of the East Sea, was at the peak of the sixth rank. His dragon body stretched for nearly ten thousand meters, and every dragon scale shimmered with a cold luster.

Prince Ao Li of the Black Dragon Clan, at the early stage of the sixth rank, was engulfed in black flames capable of annihilating souls.

Princess Ao Yue, the Silver Dragon, is at the mid-stage of the sixth rank. Wherever her dragon breath passes, even space itself is frozen.

"Feng Qingyang, how much longer can you hold on?" Ao Yuan's massive dragon head slid down, his vertical pupils filled with mockery and cruelty. "Your sword is about to break."

Lu Chenzhou's golden body stood in front of Feng Qingyang, and his crimson-gold fist clashed fiercely with Ao Yuan's dragon claw, the resulting shockwave causing the sea below to drop several feet again.

However, his appearance was also covered with fine cracks, indicating that he had reached his limit.

Two against three, including an old monster at the peak of the sixth rank, their defeat was not unjust.

"Old Feng, can you still move?" Lu Chenzhou's voice was slightly panting.

"I won't die." Feng Qingyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped the iron sword in his hand again, his eyes still sharp as ever. "It's just a pity that today I'm going to drag you, the inspector from the capital, down with me."

"Bullshit!" Lu Chenzhou cursed. "I have no intention of dying here. That bastard Gu Chongli, when I get back I'll skin him alive!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyang could only manage a wry smile.

Can not go back.

The reinforcements were held back halfway by the beast tide, and the Xia family rebelled in the Demon City, with monsters running rampant. They were now in a complete dead end.

Ao Yuan seemed to have lost patience to continue toying with them. With a deafening roar, he launched a final all-out attack together with Ao Li and Ao Yue.

Three devastating torrents of energy, coming from three directions, blocked all escape routes for Feng Qingyang and Lu Chenzhou.

"Old Lu, I'll treat you to drinks again in the next life." A resolute glint flashed in Feng Qingyang's eyes as he prepared to ignite his martial spirit for one last gamble.

At this critical moment.

At the edge of the sky, a faint purple light flashed and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, a thick, terrifying purple bolt of lightning seemed to tear the entire sky apart, striking the very center where the three energy torrents converged with incredible precision at a speed that transcended time and space!

boom--!!!

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

The terrifying energy that was enough to annihilate two sixth-tier powerhouses along with their Dharma forms vanished silently the moment it came into contact with the purple lightning, just like ice and snow melting away.

The lightning dissipated.

A middle-aged figure wearing a plaid shirt, slightly overweight, with meticulously combed hair, stood with his hands behind his back in the void.

He didn't even glance at Feng Qingyang and Lu Chenzhou, who had survived the ordeal below. He merely raised his eyes and glanced at the three giant dragons opposite him, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy. He frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Sigh, I was still three seconds too slow."

He sighed, his tone as flat as if he were complaining about being late for work.

"There was nothing I could do; I killed a tiger that was blocking my way on the way, which caused the delay."

Feng Qingyang and Lu Chenzhou stared blankly at the figure, momentarily forgetting their injuries.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were even a little red.

"Old Li..."

On the other side, Ao Yuan's huge dragon eyes suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle-like shapes the moment he saw that figure!

That face! That aura! That damned purple lightning, branded deep within his soul for 126 years!

How could he possibly forget!

This is the man who, back then, pierced through his beloved wife with a thunder spear!

This is the man who skinned his most beloved eldest son alive and suppressed him for a century!

This is the person who drove him to the brink of death. If he hadn't faked his death using the "Dragon Shedding Technique," he would have been completely annihilated!

Overwhelming hatred and a fear he himself was unwilling to acknowledge instantly overwhelmed Ao Yuan's reason.

"Li Changqing!!!"

A dragon's roar, filled with endless resentment, shook the entire East China Sea, causing waves hundreds of meters high to rise.

Li Changqing finally turned his gaze to him, his eyes calm and indifferent, as if he were looking at a noisy ant.

"Oh, so it's you, you long worm," he said suddenly. "You're quite resilient; you're still alive."

"I will tear you to pieces!!" Ao Yuan went completely mad, his massive dragon body stirring up the wind and clouds, bringing with it an endless curtain of water as he charged straight at them.

Li Changqing took a step forward.

Purple lightning surged around him, instantly transforming into a majestic and extraordinary thunder armor.

A thunderous giant, nearly a thousand meters tall, materialized behind him. Although it appeared "small" compared to Ao Yuan's two-thousand-meter-tall dragon body, its supreme pressure of wielding heavenly punishment and judging all things was even greater!

"Noisy."

Li Changqing uttered two words, then stopped wasting time and went straight to Ao Yuan.

The purple thunder giant and the black demonic dragon collided fiercely in the sky.

"What are you standing there for? Trying to slack off?" Li Changqing's voice rang in Feng Qingyang and Lu Chenzhou's ears.

The two of them suddenly realized what was happening and were greatly encouraged.

"Damn it, I'm going to slay the dragon today!" Lu Chenzhou roared, his golden body radiating light as he charged straight at the black dragon Ao Li.

"Ao Yue, a hundred years ago you were just a little mudfish. Today, Uncle Feng will teach you how to be a dragon." Feng Qingyang laughed loudly, and the broken divine sword avatar rekindled its blue sword flames, blocking the silver dragon Ao Yue.

The battle was forcibly leveled the score the moment Lei Jun returned!

Three against three!

Below, on the coastal defense line, countless soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division, who had fought valiantly, fell silent at first upon seeing the iconic purple lightning bolt, and then erupted into earth-shattering cheers.

"It's Lei Jun! The previous commander-in-chief of Shanghai!"

"Lei Jun is back! Shanghai... is saved!"

Morale reached its peak at this moment!

The battle in the sky became increasingly fierce.

Li Changqing's strength has clearly reached the pinnacle of the sixth rank.

He single-handedly suppressed Ao Yuan, who was attacking with hatred, and turned thousands of thunderbolts into a cage, trapping the old dragon king inside, causing dragon scales to fly and dragon blood to spray like rain.

Although Feng Qingyang and Lu Chenzhou were still recovering from their injuries, they were both fierce warriors who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood. When they joined forces, they managed to fight Ao Li and Ao Yue to a standstill.

Time is passing by, second by second.

The more Ao Yuan fought, the more alarmed and anxious he became.

He could sense that Li Changqing's strength was more than one level higher than it was a hundred years ago!

If this drags on any longer, forget about devouring the Demon City; the three of them—father and sons—may all perish here today!

Sixth-tier powerhouses from the surrounding war zones could break through the monsters' blockade and arrive at any time.

Time is running out for him!