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

Dusk was falling.

Above the ruins, only the wind still blows, swirling up a few charred leaves and carrying the lingering smell of blood.

Li Changqing stood at the edge of the ruins, looking at the mess before him, and remained silent for a long time.

From the time he received Feng Qingyang's plea for help until now, only a day and a night have passed; but from the bloody battle in the East China Sea 126 years ago to now, it has been the time of two whole generations.

The Xia family patriarch died, and the Xia family was destroyed.

He walked up to Feng Mo, whose face, which always carried a hint of laziness and worldliness, was expressionless at this moment.

He didn't say anything grand or express any feelings of satisfaction; he simply reached out his slightly rough hand and patted Feng Mo on the shoulder.

The force was very light, and the sound was soft, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Thanks."

One hundred and twenty-six years of blood feud, one hundred and twenty-six years of forbearance and humiliation, one hundred and twenty-six years of resentment and obsession, in the end, were condensed into just these two words.

Beneath its understated exterior lies a weight powerful enough to crush mountains.

It is both entrustment and relief.

The stench of blood from the East China Sea has been dispelled by the sea breeze, and the sounds of reconstruction are beginning to emerge from the ruins of Shanghai.

Temporary camps were set up on the streets leveled by artillery fire, and the military's engineering teams were rushing to repair the energy nodes damaged by the demonic vines.

In a wide-open area in the south of the city, a new temporary settlement has sprung up. The survivors of Shanghai, guided by volunteers, received their own identity badges and supplies.

The huge tear in the protective shield is still being repaired, but basic order has been restored within the city.

Those who survived this catastrophe wore expressions of exhaustion, but also of relief at having survived a disaster.

Feng Mo's name is more than just a name.

When he walked down the streets of Shanghai wearing that crimson-gold Sky-Swallowing Armor, the busy survivors on both sides would unconsciously stop what they were doing and spontaneously pay their respects.

When the soldiers of the Demon Slayer Division saw him, they slammed their right fists into their chests in a salute even harder than before, making their breastplates clang loudly, their eyes filled with undisguised fanaticism.

It's unclear who started it, but a somewhat rough, yet vividly descriptive folk song began to be sung throughout the streets and alleys:

"A demonic dragon dwells in the East Sea, a wicked sect resides on the jade-faced man's back, but the young general arrives, and with a single blow, he will decide the fate of the world!"

Feng Mo heard about it a few times but didn't react at all, continuing to cultivate and patrol as usual.

Jin Zhengyi, that kid, heard it from somewhere and excitedly ran up to him, wanting to sing a song at the top of his lungs. But he was glared at by him and stopped, his words stuck in his throat, and his face turned bright red.

In stark contrast to the steady reconstruction of Shanghai, the atmosphere in the capital, thousands of miles away, became unusually delicate after news of Gu Chongli's murder reached the capital.

The envoy sent by the Gu family has arrived in Shanghai. A seemingly respectable sixth-level elder, under the pretext of "taking away Gu Chongli's remains and conducting an independent investigation into the incident," attempted to forcibly enter the Demon Slayer Division.

As a result, Feng Qingyang blocked him at the gate.

At that time, Feng Qingyang's martial soul was shattered, and his face was as pale as paper, but he still leaned against the door frame, holding a wine gourd in his hand, with his eyelids half open, and retorted with just one sentence.

"Shanghai has just experienced a major battle, and the entire city is under martial law, directly under the command of the General. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter. Want to investigate? Sure. We'll talk about it when I feel the battle is over. Want to take a corpse? Sure, let him get up and come with you."

The Gu family envoy was so angry that his beard trembled, but he was helpless against this lazy Shanghai general. In the end, he could only stay at a hotel outside the Demon Slayer Bureau and send people to negotiate every day, but they were all turned away with the same reason.

Before leaving, Lu Chenzhou deliberately dragged Feng Mo to the rooftop of the Demon Slayer Division for a drink.

After a few rounds of drinks, the usually boisterous and unrestrained inspector, unusually, put away his chuckling demeanor and lowered his voice, saying, "Old Feng did this to buy you time. The Gu family is deeply entrenched in the capital. You killed one of their sixth-tier direct descendants, but this isn't over yet. They have several old foxes behind them, and their specialty is killing people using rules and laws."

He took a big gulp of wine, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated.

"You'd better be prepared—the Shanghai matter is over, but the Beijing matter is just beginning."

Lu Chenzhou continued, "There are more than one such traitorous family within the Great Xia Dynasty, like the Xia family. Some are even more deeply hidden than the Xia family, and some have attached themselves to even more powerful forces. The infiltration of the Demon Worship Cult is far deeper than the intelligence held by the Demon Slaying Division."

He looked at Feng Mo's calm and expressionless face, and suddenly smiled: "But it's good. You made too much of a fuss this time, those people will definitely keep an eye on you. But they will also be afraid of you. Afraid of a madman like you who doesn't play by the rules and will flip the table at the slightest disagreement."

"Being afraid is the right thing to do." Feng Mo picked up his wine glass, clinked it with Lu Chenzhou's, and drank it all in one gulp.

As soon as he finished speaking, the last faint wisp of eerie cloud on the distant horizon completely dissipated.

Almost simultaneously, Feng Qingyang's wrist communicator lit up.

An official message bearing the highest authority seal of the Imperial Capital Demon Slaying Command appeared on the light screen.

"A great victory has been achieved in the Battle of Shanghai, and the demonic tides have receded on all fronts. The Imperial Capital will dispatch a special envoy in three days to Shanghai, carrying rewards and a massive amount of reconstruction supplies. General Feng Qingyang and Acting General Feng Mo are requested to prepare accordingly, as the merits of this battle will be assessed at that time."

Feng Qingyang read the message aloud to Feng Mo and Lu Chenzhou, chuckled, and took a swig of wine.

"They only come after winning a battle, and only after defeating the traitors. This capital city really knows how to pick its timing."

Lu Chenzhou shook his head and didn't say much, but before leaving, he patted Feng Mo's shoulder heavily.

late at night.

Feng Mo returned alone to the underground training room of Villa No. 1 at the Martial Arts University in Shanghai.

The heavy alloy door closed silently behind him, shutting out all the noise, praise, undercurrents, and schemes from the outside world.

This is the place he knows best.

No matter how the external world changes, the only real thing is the power you hold in your own hands.

He sat down cross-legged and focused his mind on the system panel.

From clearing the field with a single blow at Jade Face Mountain, to sweeping away the sea monsters in the East Sea; to annihilating the seventh-tier demon emperor Ao Yuan, and then settling accounts with the Xia family and killing Gu Chongli.

In this battle, he completely broke through the defenses of countless demons, monsters, and evil spirits.

The war is over; now it's time to realize all the spoils of war.

"System, view the panel," Feng Mo silently instructed himself.

The light blue system panel appeared immediately.

[Host: Feng Mo (Sixth-Order Domain Realm, Ninth Level Perfection)]

[Martial Soul: Mythical Level - Great Sage Equal to Heaven Lv2 (Upgradeable)]

[Cultivation Technique: Sixth-Order SSS-Rank Qitian Battle Domain Technique (Perfected)]

[Martial Skill: Tier 5 SSS-level Qitian Demon-Suppressing Staff (Perfect)]

[Movement Technique: Fifth-Tier SSS-Rank Five Elements Sky-Stepping Step (Perfected)]

[Current breach point: 3285300]

More than three million breached defenses shimmered with a light that stirred the soul.

Looking at that long string of numbers, even with Feng Mo's composure, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.