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

"Enemy attack!!!"

The alarm shattered the deathly silence of the underground cavern.

The elder of the Myriad Swords Holy Land, a mid-stage seventh-tier cultivator, had his eyes flashing with sword light as he locked onto Feng Mo, who had reverted to his original appearance. His composure was completely gone, replaced by shock, anger, and chilling killing intent.

"Whoever you are," he said hoarsely, enunciating each word, "you won't leave here alive today!"

Before he finished speaking, he made a hand seal with one hand.

Rumble!

The entire underground sword hut trembled violently, and all passages were instantly sealed off by massive boulders! The sword energy cage imprisoning more than ten demonized martial artists shattered in response!

"roar--!"

The released demonized warriors, their eyes bloodshot and devoid of reason, transformed into more than a dozen afterimages, frantically rushing towards Feng Mo from all directions.

Above ground, inside the Hidden Sword Pavilion, dozens of sword cultivators who had already formed an array simultaneously activated their sword techniques, and several seventh-order sword arrays were activated at the same time! Hundreds of millions of sharp sword energies pierced through the earth, weaving into a net that swept towards Feng Mo in the center of the cave!

A deadly situation, both in heaven and on earth!

"That's interesting."

Feng Mo's lips curled slightly. Faced with this encirclement and attack that could turn even a strong person of the same level into mincemeat, he didn't even raise his eyelids.

The next instant, a towering image of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, a thousand meters tall, suddenly appeared behind him!

Battlefield, fully activated!

An invisible force of domain power instantly spread out, enveloping the entire underground space.

The demonized warriors who were rushing forward suddenly stopped, their speed reduced by 90%!

The billions of sword energies that descended from the sky silently dissolved the moment they touched the boundary of the domain.

All attacks failed to even touch the hem of Feng Mo's clothes.

"What... what kind of domain is this?!" The seventh-level elder's expression changed drastically.

Feng Mo did not answer.

With a flick of his wrist, the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Monkey King's Staff) was in his grasp. He took a step forward, and his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

A seventh-tier S-rank martial skill – "Hundred Demons in Chaos"!

In an instant, countless staff shadows filled the entire cave! Each staff shadow contained the phantom of an ancient demon—the killing power of the White Tiger, the water control of the Dragon King, the invasion of the Shadow Serpent… All the magical powers of countless demonic beasts were transformed into staff techniques at this moment!

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of rapid cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out.

Just ten breaths.

The dozen or so demonized warriors, along with the dozens of holy land sword cultivators who had formed an array, all had their limbs broken and bones shattered. They fell to the ground howling in pain, completely incapacitated.

A net is exhausted!

The entire cave was instantly filled only with heavy breathing and painful groans.

The seventh-level elder stood frozen in place, his hands and feet ice-cold.

His prized deadly trap was nothing but child's play in front of his opponent.

Right now!

A dazzling sword light, without warning, tore through the restrictions and rock layers of the Sword Pavilion, descending from the sky and piercing straight into Feng Mo's heart!

Before the sword light even arrived, the sharp sword intent had already caused all the swordsmen present to let out mournful cries of unbearable strain on their swords!

"Your Highness, Holy Son!" The seventh-rank elder was invigorated and exclaimed with joy.

A handsome young man dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a flowing ancient sword, hovered in mid-air, his brows exuding innate arrogance.

He is none other than Ye Gucheng, the most outstanding successor of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land in the contemporary era, known as a "once-in-a-century" sword prodigy, with a peak sixth-order cultivation!

Ye Gucheng happened to be in the capital on business. After receiving the highest-level distress signal from the stronghold, he rushed over immediately, only to find the place in complete disarray and his disciples all dead.

"How dare you!" Ye Gucheng's eyes blazed with fury, his handsome face contorted with rage. "You dare to destroy the foundation of my Holy Land? No one in heaven or on earth can save you!"

"die!"

With a furious roar, his S-rank natal flying sword "Flowing Light" transformed into a streak of light, piercing towards Feng Mo once again at a speed exceeding Mach 2.

He was confident that this sword strike would be enough to instantly kill any opponent of the same level!

However, faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Feng Mo simply raised his golden cudgel slowly.

The first strike.

Nothing special, yet it came crashing down on you.

clang!!!

With a deafening crash, the flying sword "Flowing Light" was brought to a stop mid-air by a single blow, its spiritual light instantly dimming by three-tenths. Ye Gucheng's body trembled violently, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood as his protective sword aura shattered!

"Impossible!" he screamed.

The second blow.

Feng Mo's figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already above Ye Gucheng's head.

The golden cudgel, imbued with the power of the battle domain, slammed down once more.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the S-grade natal flying sword was smashed in half by a single blow!

"puff--!"

With his natal magic weapon destroyed, Ye Gucheng's soul was shaken, his face turned ashen, and his aura instantly weakened. His eyes were filled with terror, and he turned to flee.

Did I let you leave?

A detached voice rang in his ears.

The third strike.

The golden cudgel crashed down like Mount Tai, striking him precisely in the chest.

boom!

Ye Gucheng was like a baseball that had been hit, falling straight to the ground from mid-air with a loud thud, creating a human-shaped crater several meters deep in the hard rock.

His sternum was shattered, his internal organs were ruptured, and he fainted on the spot.

Clean and neat.

The entire cave was deathly silent.

Feng Mo slowly walked to the edge of the human-shaped pit, looking at Ye Gucheng, who was unconscious inside, as if he were looking at a dead dog.

He raised his foot and stepped on the once handsome face of this "prodigy of swordsmanship," grinding it slightly with force.

Then, he turned his head and aimed at the Demon-Slaying Golden Token that had its recording function always on.

"Give us a close-up."

After doing all this, he put away his Dharma form and the Golden Cudgel, and amidst everyone's horrified gazes, he turned around, punched open the sealed passage, and strode away.

……

Half an hour later.

When the holographic image of Ye Gucheng being trampled underfoot and looking like a dog spread across the desks of major powers in the capital.

All the high-ranking officials of holy lands, sects, and aristocratic families fell into a deathly silence.

They finally realized that the strength of this young man named Feng Mo had exceeded their comprehension.

This is not a problem that can be solved by power struggles and rules.

The deepest secret room in the Gu family mansion.

The eighth-level ancestor of the Gu family looked at the image on the light screen, his withered fingers trembling slightly.

After a long silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice, a hint of fear he himself was unaware of:

"This kid... has already become a force to be reckoned with; conventional methods are useless."

"Go and contact our people in the court; it's their turn to appear."

The next day, early in the morning.

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Zichen Palace.

On the throne, only a jade plaque was placed quietly, with the words "National Honor" engraved on it.

Civil and military officials lined up on both sides, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Today's court assembly, however, is destined to be anything but peaceful.

"Your subject, Zhang Hai, the Imperial Censor, has a memorial to present!"

An elderly official, dressed in the robes of a third-rank official and with graying hair and beard, stepped forward, holding a jade tablet, his voice stern.

"Your Majesty, I wish to impeach Feng Mo, the Acting Commander-in-Chief and Chief Inspector of the Demon-Slaying Division of the Demon Capital!"

These words caused an uproar in the court. All eyes were drawn to Xiao Po-xiao, who was standing at the front of the military officers' column, and to Xiao Zhen, the deputy director behind him who was resting with his eyes closed and seemed indifferent to the matter.

"Since entering the capital, this young man has acted erratically and lawlessly!" Zhang Hai's righteous voice resounded throughout the hall. "Firstly, he has indiscriminately killed innocent people. Without a joint trial by the three judicial authorities, he arbitrarily killed Gu Chongli, Wang Teng, Chen Daoxuan, and other heads of prominent families in the capital, showing utter disregard for the law!"

"Secondly, it has disrupted the stability of the capital! A series of bloody conflicts have led to the destruction of meritorious families such as the Wang, Chen, and Xia clans, creating a climate of fear and shaking the very foundations of our Great Xia nation!"

"Thirdly, they disregarded the Holy Lands, forcibly entered the separate courtyards of the Burning Heaven and Myriad Swords Holy Lands, severely injured their Holy Sons, and used brutal methods, seriously provoking the unity of our human race!"

"..."

He listed more than a dozen major crimes.

Finally, Zhang Hai slammed his head down, kowtowing and weeping as he pleaded, "Such a wicked man holds a high position! If this continues, the capital will never have peace, and the Great Xia Dynasty will be in grave danger! I implore Your Majesty to immediately imprison this villain in the Imperial Prison and punish him according to the law, so as to appease the people!"

"I second that proposal!"

"I second that proposal!"

As soon as the words were spoken, more than a dozen civil and military officials with interests related to the major aristocratic families stepped forward and echoed the sentiment in unison.

"The Demon Slayer Division's inadequate oversight and tolerance of criminals also constitute a serious fault!"

"Deputy Director Xiao, Feng Mo is someone your Xiao family has been protecting. Now that he has wreaked havoc in the capital, you cannot escape blame!"

In an instant, calls for impeachment arose, and countless accusations were hurled at Feng Mo and Xiao Zhen.

On the head seat, the jade plaque representing the nation's dignity gleamed faintly with white light.

Xiao Po-xiao was so angry that his face turned ashen, and he was about to step forward.

A hand pressed down on his shoulder.

It's Xiao Zhen.

This eighth-tier expert remained with his eyes closed, meditating.

Only then did he slowly open his eyes.