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

The next instant, Feng Mo's figure vanished from the spot. He used the "Illusion" technique to instantly transform into the appearance of one of the frozen elders of the Burning Heaven Holy Land. His aura and cultivation fluctuations were exactly the same, allowing him to perfectly blend into the enemy formation.

At the same time, he remotely cast "Soul Stealing" on another terrified early-stage seventh-tier expert!

Feng Mo instantly read through the flaws in the opponent's formation coordination and their own weaknesses!

All of this happened in the blink of an eye!

The three-second immobilization period has ended.

The three powerful individuals had just regained their mobility and were still unaware of what had happened.

A golden staff-like shadow suddenly burst forth from behind their most trusted "comrade" without warning!

puff!puff!puff!

Three heads shot into the sky!

Blood splattered like a fountain, staining their faces, which were filled with terror and confusion, as they lay dying.

The enemy formation was thrown into chaos instantly!

"Third Elder!"

"Watch out! There's a mole among us!"

"No! It's him! It's Feng Mo!"

Suspicion and fear spread like a plague.

Feng Mo had already seized this fleeting opportunity and begun a bloody harvest.

He regained his original appearance, his figure like a ghost, each flash accompanied by a shrill scream and a burst of blood.

The first thirty seconds.

Five seventh-tier experts have fallen! Among them was a peak seventh-tier elder from the Gu family, who was smashed into a pulp by Feng Mo with a single blow, along with his domain!

From the 30th to the 60th second.

Four more were killed! The remaining enemies completely collapsed and began to flee frantically toward the edge of the formation, only to find in despair that the cage that was meant to trap Feng Mo had now become their grave!

From the 60th to the 90th second.

Three more powerful individuals were killed.

Finally, Feng Mo's figure stopped in front of the remaining four people.

The Purple Sun True Man of the Purple Star Holy Land, and the three Supreme Elders of the Burning Heaven Holy Land, the Myriad Swords Holy Land, and the Profound Ice Holy Land.

The four of them were disheveled, covered in blood, and their magical artifacts were all shattered.

Like four stray dogs, they were pinned to the spot by the oppressive aura emanating from the golden cudgel, unable to move.

All that remained in their eyes was endless fear and doubt about reality.

Sixteen seventh-tier experts, including many at their peak, set up a deadly formation to besiege an eighteen-year-old boy...

As a result, twelve people were killed in 90 seconds!

How absurd! How terrifying!

Feng Mo ignored their despair.

The battle ended, and he stood atop the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, his black casual clothes still spotless.

He swung his golden cudgel, his expression as calm as if he had just finished a warm-up exercise.

[Ding! Successfully killed a peak seventh-tier martial artist. Extreme fear and resentment. Defense penetration points +150000!]

[Ding! Successfully killed a late-stage 7th-tier martial artist... Defense penetration points +120000!]

……

[Ding! The host has effortlessly crushed sixteen opponents of the same level, causing extreme mental defense breach. Bonus reward: +500000 defense breach points!]

[Total breach points gained this time: 168 million!]

System notification sounds flooded the screen.

With a casual wave of his hand, Feng Mo used his true energy to bind the four terrified elders of the Holy Land together and carried them in his hand.

He crudely read Master Ziyang's memories using the "Soul-Seizing" technique, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

As expected, the case in Yunmeng City was entirely fabricated by the Demon Worship Cult.

He took out the demon-slaying golden token that represented his identity as the Chief Inspector and sent a short message towards the capital.

"Deputy Chief Xiao, the mission is canceled. I encountered a few flies on the way and just swatted them dead."

"Sixteen in total, twelve were killed, and four were spared as a gift."

"in addition--"

Feng Mo looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through thousands of miles of space, looking towards the direction of the Ziwei Holy Land.

"I received good news from their memories."

"That eighth-level ancestor from the Ziwei Holy Land is currently in seclusion, attempting to break through to a higher realm. He will be unable to make a move for at least three days."

"This is a good opportunity. I plan to... visit the main altar of the Ziwei Holy Land."

Three seconds after the message was sent.

The Demon-Slaying Golden Token trembled slightly, and an ancient crimson-gold character appeared on it.

"allow."

On the desolate plains, the stench of blood filled the air.

Feng Mo carried the four prisoners, including Master Ziyang, in one hand, while playing with the Demon-Slaying Golden Token in the other.

Looking at the lone "准" character above, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Xiao Zhen really understands him.

If the so-called cleanup is just passively waiting for targets to emerge one by one and then knocking them down one by one, then it is too inefficient and too boring.

True cleansing is about taking the initiative!

It means uprooting all potential threats and crushing them into ashes!

"Feng... Feng Mo..."

The Purple Sun Immortal, who was placed at the very front, had lost all his immortal demeanor and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"You...you can't do this! My Ziwei Holy Land has a history of ten thousand years, with profound foundations and an eighth-level Holy Lord presiding over it! If you dare to step into the gates of my Holy Land, you will surely bring about a catastrophic disaster, leaving you nowhere to hide, whether in heaven or on earth!"

He attempted a final struggle, using the prestige of the Holy Land.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Feng Mo turned his head and glanced at him.

"Isn't that eighth-tier Saint Lord you mentioned currently in seclusion?"

One sentence left Master Ziyang speechless and chilled to the bone.

How did he know?!

This is a top-secret information from the Holy Land!

Feng Mo was too lazy to waste any more words with him. With a thought, the power of his battle domain surged out, directly silencing the four men and preventing them from even begging for mercy.

He looked around at the land stained red with blood and remains, and at the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation, which was still in operation but had lost its master.

"It would be a shame to waste such a good thing."

Feng Mo muttered to himself.

He scanned the sixteen array eyes, the sixteen array flags, and the complex energy loops deep underground with his sharp eyes.

In just ten breaths, he had completely understood the structure and principles of this ultimate killing formation, which had consumed countless efforts from the four holy lands.

He raised his hand and summoned sixteen battle flags that flew out from the ground and landed in his hand.

Then, he took a step forward, his figure transforming into a five-colored stream of light, and soared into the sky towards the direction of the Ziwei Holy Land.

Its speed is more than ten times faster than the special operations warship that came with it!

……

Meanwhile, in the capital, at the Demon Slayer Headquarters.

Deputy Director's Office.

Xiao Zhen looked at the message sent back by the Demon-Slaying Golden Token, as well as the battle results map.

The picture shows the corpses of twelve seventh-tier powerhouses, and four holy land elders tied together.

Even with his eighth-level mental state, a cold smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Sixteen seventh-rank...

This force is enough to annihilate a second-rate base city in an instant.

As a result, in less than two minutes, an eighteen-year-old boy slaughtered twelve of them like chickens and captured four others alive.

"This little monster..."

Xiao Zhen shook his head, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table, his eyes filled with barely suppressed excitement.

What he wanted was a peerless, ruthless blade, sharp enough to sever all rotten flesh and malignant tumors!

"Guards!" he shouted in a deep voice.

A commander of the Dark Guards, dressed in the uniform of the Black Bird Guard, appeared out of thin air in front of him.

"Pass on my orders."

Xiao Zhen stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the entire capital, and spoke in a cold and resolute voice.

"Seal off all spatial teleportation arrays leading to the main altar of the Ziwei Holy Land, and cut off all external communications!"

"Any force, any individual, who dares to provide assistance to the Purple Star Holy Land during this period..."

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"—Punish them for treason, and execute them without exception!"

"yes!"

The commander of the secret guards accepted the order, his figure disappearing back into the shadows.

After doing all this, Xiao Zhen sat down again and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

He knew that from the moment Feng Mo embarked on his journey to the Ziwei Holy Land, a storm that would sweep across the entire cultivation world of Great Xia was inevitable.

The term "holy land" has represented transcendence and authority for an extremely long time in the cultivation world of Great Xia.

It's time for the holy site to disappear!

……