The immortals present felt that Jiang Ping An was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Just because he had heard about evil demons, he suspected there was one within the sect. How could there possibly be such a coincidence in the world?
Still, since the sect master had given the order, no one dared disobey.
Just as everyone was preparing to casually ask a couple of questions and brush it off, Jiang Ping An suddenly shouted, "You've given yourself away! Let's see where you can run! Die!"
Jiang Ping An raised the Divine Feather Sword in his hand. Sword Intent soared into the heavens, and its terrifying aura blanketed the entire Feather Emperor Mountain. Everyone felt the breath of death.
The many immortals were horrified and instinctively activated their defenses.
A glint of cold light flashed through Jiang Ping An's eyes as he instantly rushed before a plump immortal.
This person had not activated his defenses. Jiang Ping An stomped him beneath his foot, the Divine Feather Sword pressed against his head.
"Speak. Who else are your comrades?"
Elder Zhou, pinned beneath his foot, was furious. He roared angrily, "Jiang Ping An, what are you doing?!"
"Still pretending? Evil demon, you've already been exposed." Jiang Ping An looked down at him coldly.
Everyone was utterly bewildered by this sudden turn of events.
An elder hurriedly said, "Elder Zhou cannot possibly be an evil demon. He even saved me in a battle not long ago."
"That's right. Elder Zhou is famously kind. How did you decide he was an evil demon?"
"Jiang Ping An, you've gone too far."
The many immortals present were deeply dissatisfied with Jiang Ping An's rash actions.
Jiang Ping An had used the Divine Feather Sword to cover everyone, making the immortals present nearly think they