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

Xiao Zhen ignored the clamoring officials, instead slowly stepped forward and calmly bowed towards the dragon throne.

"Your Majesty is above all, and I, your subject, also have material evidence to present before you."

He didn't argue, he just said it casually.

Then, he took out a jade slip and gently squeezed it.

hum!

A massive holographic light screen instantly unfolded in the center of the Zichen Palace.

On the screen, the first image was a huge blood pool made of piled-up white bones in the underground of the Wang family, and the gruesome corpses of young girls who had been drained of their life essence and died tragically beside the pool.

The second image shows the "medicine figures" pierced by iron hooks and suspended like livestock in the Chen family's underground palace, as well as the "Blood Longevity Pill" in the alchemy furnace, which is filled with the cries of hundreds of infants.

The third image shows the "demonized warriors" struggling between lucidity and madness in the depths of Hidden Sword Pavilion, and the dense, impenetrable evil demonic aura emanating from them.

Scene after scene, case after case, the evidence is irrefutable.

The court, which had just been filled with fervent emotions, fell into a deathly silence.

All the officials, including Zhang Hai, the Imperial Censor who had just been the most vocal, turned deathly pale, their court robes instantly soaked with cold sweat. They had never imagined that these seemingly respectable and noble families could be so filthy and inhumane behind the scenes!

Xiao Zhen slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the faces of each impeacher.

He didn't release any oppressive aura, but the chilling killing intent caused the temperature in the hall to drop several degrees.

"All the cases handled by Feng Mo have irrefutable evidence here."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck a chord in everyone's heart.

"Zhang Hai, the Censor-in-Chief, you just said that Feng Mo indiscriminately killed innocent people?"

Xiao Zhen's gaze was fixed on Zhang Hai.

"You, step forward."

"To these wronged souls in the light screen, those who were turned into elixirs alive and tortured to death as experimental subjects, say it again: Who is innocent?"

Zhang Hai trembled all over, his lips quivered, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Xiao Zhen's gaze then shifted to the others.

"You're saying he's destabilizing?"

"Is this the kind of stability you want—to allow these malignant tumors that are eroding the very foundation of our Great Xia to continue to disregard human life and sacrifice our compatriots?!"

"You say he despises the Holy Land?"

"Hmph, a holy site that uses living people for demonization experiments, does it even deserve to be called 'holy'?!"

The three questions in a row left the entire court reeling.

No one dared to answer.

Xiao Zhen's voice suddenly rose in pitch, resounding throughout the entire Zichen Palace!

"All of Feng Mo's actions were instigated by me, Xiao Zhen!"

"The knife in his hand was given to him by me! The people he killed were people I ordered him to kill!"

"I will take full responsibility!"

boom!

A terrifying pressure belonging to an eighth-level expert swept across the entire area!

"Anyone who has an objection," Xiao Zhen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "can step forward now and challenge me."

"—Life and death are irrelevant!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Zichen Palace fell silent.

The jade plaque shone brightly with white light, signifying that it acknowledged Xiao Zhen's words.

All dissenting voices fell silent abruptly.

……

The Gu family's secret room.

Snapped!

The white jade teacup in the hands of the Gu family patriarch was crushed into powder.

He looked at the results of the court assembly reported back by his spies, his cloudy eyes filled with ruthlessness and madness.

We can't win by force.

You can't win against cunning and power struggles.

"Since neither the righteous path nor the evil path can subdue him..."

The old ancestor roared hoarsely, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"Then..."

Trembling, he pulled out a strange token from the deepest part of his robes—a token entirely black, composed of pure shadow and ominous intent.

"Let the true 'God' judge him!"

Black Wind Valley, on the outskirts of the capital.

This place is shrouded in miasma year-round, never seeing the sun; it is a notoriously ominous place in the capital.

Tonight, deep in the valley, a bonfire is lit.

Around the campfire sat four figures, each dressed in a different style of luxurious robe, exuding a profound aura; all were seventh-tier powerhouses.

They were the powerful elders sent to the capital by the four holy lands of Ziwei, Fentian, Wanjian, and Xuanbing.

The detached courtyard of the Burning Heaven Holy Land was razed to the ground, and its abbot was rendered useless.

The stronghold of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land was uprooted, and the current Holy Son was publicly humiliated and became a laughing stock.

Although the Ziwei Holy Land and the Xuanbing Holy Land were not directly purged, the aristocratic families and sects on the list who had ties with them also suffered heavy losses in this purge.

Shared hatred and fear brought them together.

"We can't let that brat get any more arrogant!" The elder of the Burning Heaven Holy Land, with a fiery temper, smashed a nearby rock with a palm strike. "If this continues, the thousand-year-old prestige of our Holy Land will be completely destroyed!"

"What can we do?" The female elder of the Xuanbing Holy Land asked in a cold voice. "That kid's strength is strange, and he's protected by that madman Xiao Zhen. We can't touch him at all in the capital."

"Unless... we can lure him out of the capital." A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the elder of the Myriad Swords Holy Land.

Just then, a dark figure appeared silently beside the campfire.

"Gentlemen, perhaps the Gu family can be of help with this."

The visitor was one of Gu's trusted henchmen.

He revealed the Gu family patriarch's plan in detail: the Gu family would provide intelligence and resources to lure Feng Mo away from the capital, and then the four holy lands would send top experts to ambush him on the way and kill him in one fell swoop.

"The Gu family?" An elder from the Burning Heaven Holy Land sneered. "Your Gu family can't even protect your own direct descendants, what qualifications do you have to talk about cooperation with us?"

Faced with the mockery, the Gu family assassin remained neither humble nor arrogant, but simply slowly removed his mask.

Beneath the mask was a face covered with eerie black demonic patterns, and its eyes flickered with strange flames!

"Worship the Demon Cult!"

The four elders of the holy land were startled and stood up at the same time, as if facing a formidable enemy!

"Please do not panic."

Another figure emerged from the shadows and appeared in the arena.

The newcomer was dressed in a black robe and possessed a strange and powerful aura; he was a high-ranking envoy of the Demon Worship Sect.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the envoy of the 'Black Crow' sect of the Demon Worshiping Cult." He chuckled hoarsely. "The Gu family is one of our sect's most important partners in the Great Xia. Their sincerity is our sect's sincerity."

He glanced around and continued, "I know what you're worried about. The Demon Slayer Division is powerful, and Xiao Zhen is an eighth-tier expert. But as long as Feng Mo leaves the capital and gets separated from the group, that will be our opportunity."

"I can provide the most accurate intelligence to ensure that his every move is under our surveillance."

"At that time, each of your four holy lands will send a seventh-tier peak Supreme Elder to lay a trap on the pre-arranged battlefield. Our sect will also join forces with other forces to send no less than ten seventh-tier experts."

"A dozen seventh-tier fighters, setting up a killing formation to surround and kill a sixth-tier brat, even if he has three heads and six arms, he is doomed!"

Under the matchmaking of the Demon Worshiping Cult and the lure of enormous profits, the four elders of the Holy Land exchanged glances and finally nodded slowly.

A decisive strategy to eliminate Feng Mo has been finalized.

……

Meanwhile, in the office of the Deputy Chief of the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Xiao Zhen handed Feng Mo an urgent file from the Southern Theater Command.

"In the south, in Yunmeng City, a bizarre massacre has occurred." Xiao Zhen's expression was somewhat solemn. "The Liu family, a second-rate martial arts family in the area, was slaughtered overnight, with over three hundred members killed in bizarre manners, as if all their life force had been drained. There is an extremely strong demonic aura remaining at the scene, but it does not match the known types of powerful demons."

"The local Demon Slaying Division sent people to investigate, but lost a sixth-level patrol general. They still have no clue and can only report to the headquarters to request support."

Feng Mo finished reading the case file, his eyes calm.

It's a very obvious scheme, you could even say it's mindless.

But for Feng Mo, an opportunity has arrived.

He looked up at Xiao Zhen and slowly said, "I was worried that they were hiding and wouldn't dare to make a move."

"Let me go south."

"I'm giving them a perfect opportunity to ambush me. I'm drawing out all the people who want to kill me."

"Catch them all in one fell swoop, and eliminate any future troubles."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhen remained silent for a long time.

He knew Feng Mo's strength, but he also knew that this was a huge gamble.

After a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "Alright. I will make arrangements in secret."

"But you must be careful."

Feng Mo nodded, without saying anything more.

Half a day later, a special operations warship bound for Yunmeng City in the south slowly took off from the helipad of the Imperial Capital Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Feng Mo stood alone at the bow of the ship, looking down at the rapidly receding imperial capital.