High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

All the trees and bushes in this passage were annihilated by the sword energy.

The entire ground looked as if it had been plowed, and even the white mist was cut open.

Inside the special space, the moment Feng Yi disappeared, everyone else's expression changed.

I thought something had happened to Feng Yi.

Before they could even worry about Feng Yi, the white-masked man attacked.

Without Feng Yi's support, the rest of the Hidden Dragon Society members immediately felt a surge of pressure.

Several masked men charged toward the three members of the Zhenxing Division.

The weakest member of the Zhenxing Division was already struggling to hold on against a peak Earth-level expert, and now with two more masked men in front of him, he quickly revealed a weakness, which the masked men seized the opportunity to stab into his chest with a sword.

Zhang Yu happened to catch a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye.

He roared in grief and anger.

"Old Yao!"

He tried to rush over, but was blocked by the masked man holding a silver spear, and had no time to pay attention to Old Yao who was slowly falling to the ground.

After falling to the ground, Lao Yao looked in Zhang Yu's direction, his eyes filled with resentment.

Jiang Liangchen and the others also noticed the Zhenxing Division personnel lying on the ground, and their hearts were filled with bitterness and grief.

People who were chatting together just moments before are now dead right before their eyes, and they have no way to stop them.

And soon they will follow in the footsteps of these Zhenxing Division personnel.

At that moment, all the masked men shuddered, and the mysterious power bestowed upon them vanished.

All the masked men regained their original strength.

Zhang Yu and the others also noticed that the masked man's strength had suddenly dropped significantly.

The pressure on everyone was greatly reduced, which rekindled hope in their hearts.

The dozen or so masked men who had been besieging Jiang Liangchen had also recovered to the Yao Guang Realm, returning to the same realm as the members of the Qianlong Society.

Everyone is at the Yao Guang Realm, so now the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.

Because of Lao Yao's death, everyone was holding back their anger, and now they could finally let it out, with everyone unleashing their strongest abilities.

Jiang Liangchen took the lead, wielding a dark black battle scythe in his hand.

At this moment, he transformed into a death god from hell, reaping the lives of the masked men.

He himself possessed the strength of the ninth level of the Yao Guang Realm, placing him among the top tier of geniuses at Qingbei Academy.

At this moment, he can say without exaggeration that he is invincible within the Yao Guang territory.

No masked man at the Yao Guang Realm could withstand his attack.

Soon, five or six corpses of men in black appeared around him.

Yu Hui, Lü Yang, and Xue Ruyan are also very formidable.

Yu Hui's weapon is an alloy gauntlet made of a special material. With one punch, a masked man's chest instantly collapsed, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

Holding a three-foot-long green sword, Lü Yang fought against three opponents without being at a disadvantage.

Xue Ruyan held a long red whip, which, like a fire dragon, struck the masked man, instantly tearing his skin and flesh.

Meanwhile, Fang Muxue, who was the weakest and least noticeable, had green light emanating from her palms, healing the injuries and restoring the star power within the others.

With the difference in cultivation level gone, the group of masked men at the Yao Guang Realm were quickly killed.

Just then, everyone felt the space tremble, and then everyone returned to the real space, looking around in confusion.

Upon seeing the wide passage carved out by the sword energy, everyone's eyes showed shock.

It's obvious that a battle just took place here.

Then everyone noticed Feng Yi, who was supporting his body with his sword.

Jiang Liangchen and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They had been worried that something might have happened to Feng Yi, but it seemed that he was alright.

Moreover, the victor of the battle outside was clearly Feng Yi, and they were mostly able to get out of that special space because of Feng Yi.

Just then, a cacophony of footsteps sounded around them, and many figures appeared in the white mist. Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, thinking that reinforcements from the Divine Cult had arrived.

Only when these figures appeared before everyone through the white mist did they feel relieved.

People from the Zhenxing Division and various college clubs came.

Conversely, the remaining three masked figures of the cult were filled with despair.

They were about to escape when Zhang Yu noticed them.

"Take them alive!"

Upon hearing Zhang Yu's roar, the numerous Zhenxing Division personnel who arrived reacted swiftly and surrounded the three masked figures from the Divine Cult.

Faced with the overwhelming number of Zhenxing Division members, the three masked figures from the Divine Cult were suppressed after only a couple of attempts to resist.

Although Zhang Yu desperately wanted to tear these masked cult members apart and avenge his fallen brothers, he still felt a burning desire to do so.

But he still kept in mind the purpose of his trip, and could only let these people live a little longer.

Among the Zhenxing Division personnel who arrived later was a middle-aged man. Zhang Yu brought the three masked figures from the Divine Cult before him, then bowed and said...

"Director, Monkey and Lao Yao have sacrificed their lives."

By the end, Zhang Yu's eyes were red and his voice was choked with emotion.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then slowly nodded. Although his expression did not change, his fists were already clenched tightly.

The man is Wang Fuyang, the director of the Xingsi Bureau in Bingcheng Town, Heilongjiang Province.

Most of the Zhenxing Division personnel here, including Zhang Yu and others, are from the Bingcheng Zhenxing Division.

Looking down at the three masked figures of the Divine Cult pinned to the ground, Wang Fuyang spoke coldly.

"Tell me, where is your cult's hideout? A honest confession will make your death a little easier."

None of the three masked men spoke.

Wang Fuyang snorted coldly upon seeing this.

"Take off the masks on their faces."

After the masks were removed, everyone could see their true faces.

They were all very ordinary-looking, the kind of people you wouldn't notice in a crowd.

However, all three of them were now expressionless with their heads down, neither speaking nor resisting.

"They won't shed tears until they see the coffin."

"Wang Fuyang said coldly, then he gestured to the two people next to him."

Soon, heart-wrenching screams rang out.

Even Jiang Liangchen couldn't help but shudder when he heard this.

However, there was no sympathy in his eyes. These members of the cult were traitors who betrayed China and the human race, and had countless innocent lives on their hands.

They deserve their current fate.

The screams lasted for more than half an hour before finally stopping.

The three members of the cult were now tortured beyond recognition, but they finally couldn't hold on any longer and revealed the cult's location in the Anxing Mountains.

Wang Fuyang reported the intelligence he had obtained to the command post at the foot of the mountain.

The command then sent the location to everyone in the mountains.

Those waiting for support at the foot of the mountain also packed up their belongings and headed towards the location they had been assigned.

With the exact location confirmed, there was no need to search slowly through the vast mountains, and everyone headed towards the location of the cult's headquarters.