A Stunning Feat

"Unfortunately..."

As he spoke, a mocking look appeared in his eyes.

"Man proposes, Heaven disposes. I still saw through your little game."

"Enough. It is all over now. You may die in peace."

The moment Old Demon Jia finished speaking,

a savage expression appeared on his face. Then his body spun rapidly, and countless strands of demonic qi suddenly erupted, swiftly spreading in every direction.

In the blink of an eye, they had shrouded a vast area dozens of miles wide.

Roar!

Monsterous howls came from within the demonic qi, like the roars of savage beasts.

The immense pressure instantly turned every Feathering Sect disciple pale, as though they could barely breathe.

Damn it!

Master Green Feather's eyes nearly split apart.

Yet his face was already filled with despair.

Though he had ordered an evacuation earlier, there had been far too little time. The disciples had no chance of escaping.

Was the sect truly going to be wiped out here today?

If so, what face would he have left to meet the sect's Founders of generations past?

Grief welled up in his heart, and his eyes reddened.

Founder's Shrine.

Lin Xiaoyao watched the scene from afar and could not help sighing softly.

He only wanted to quietly lie low here.

He had never expected the sect to encounter such a great crisis.

If the Feathering Sect ceased to exist, would he not lose the place that sheltered him?

And where else could he find such a treasured place where he could sign in peacefully without being disturbed?

Besides, five years had passed in the blink of an eye. Though he had resolved to remain an unnoticed nobody and had no particularly close friends in the sect,

how could he feel no sense of belonging toward the sect after more than a thousand days and nights?

Fine!

Lin Xiaoyao raised his hand, extended one fair finger, and lightly pointed toward the place dozens of miles away.

Demonic qi surged to the heavens!

At this moment, the entire Feathering Sect was enveloped in pitch-black demonic qi.

As the dense demonic qi covered dozens of miles, one ferocious and grotesque Demonic Beast after another began to condense within it, baring their fangs and preparing to pounce upon the Feathering Sect cultivators at any moment.

The disciples were thrown into panic.

The elders and peak heads had all been severely wounded, while even the sect master, the True Person, could no longer move. Everyone could not help but despair.

Although the remaining seniors had not given up, the stewards, protectors, and outer sect elders all brought out their respective treasures.

They had no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.

But everyone knew this was merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The gap was too vast. Resistance could not change the outcome.

"Haha, Green Feather, do you regret it now? Back then, you made an enemy of me and even dared lead men in an ambush against me. Did you ever imagine that one day you would fall to such a state?"

"In that battle, you originally had a chance to kill me. It was all because you were too careless and let me escape in the end. Otherwise, the Feathering Sect would not be facing the calamity of extermination today."

With everything firmly in his grasp, Old Demon Jia, standing atop the dark clouds, was in no hurry to attack.

His opponents had already lost the ability to resist.

Would it not be far too dull to simply destroy them like this?

They should not dream of dying so easily.

He intended to make them repay, bit by bit, every bit of suffering he had endured over the past five hundred years.

A cat toying with mice!

One only had to look at Master Green Feather's expression to know how deeply he regretted and blamed himself at this moment. And all of this was precisely what Old Demon Jia wanted to see.

So he was not in a hurry.

The game had only just begun.

His expression was immensely smug.

Yet at that very moment,

Whoosh...

It sounded as though something had torn through the air.

As if sensing something, Old Demon Jia abruptly raised his head.

A spiritual gleam flashed through his eyes, and he saw the approaching object clearly. It was a point of light no larger than a bean, yet exceptionally bright.

"This is... a fireball?"

Old Demon Jia looked puzzled, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

Fireball Technique?

A basic Five Elements spell?

The first spell learned by the vast majority of cultivators after entering the path?

The incoming object was utterly inconspicuous, yet for some reason, he felt as though he were facing immense danger.

"Not good!"

Old Demon Jia had fought countless battles. At this moment, it felt as though his scalp were about to explode.

He did not stop to think.

While desperately dodging, he also summoned his life-bound treasure, the Soul-Chasing Needle.

But it was already too late.

Or rather, it was of no use whatsoever.

The moment the Soul-Chasing Needle came into contact with the fireball, it was like throwing ice and snow into a furnace. The treasure melted away in an instant.

Pfft...

His life-bound treasure had been destroyed.

Old Demon Jia's mind was violently shaken. A sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Terror filled his heart.

Could the intelligence have been wrong?

Could the Feathering Sect actually be hiding a Great Vehicle Realm ancestor?

Yet before he could even think further, the fireball was already right before him.

How could he dare let it approach? With a furious roar, the skin between his brows split apart, revealing a third eye.

Then a pitch-black sword light flew out from that eye.

With a single flash, it split the bean-sized fireball in two.

"Whew!"

Old Demon Jia breathed a sigh of relief, cold sweat pouring down his back.

He was just about to turn and leave this place.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The fireball that had been cleaved in half did not go out. Instead, it blazed fiercely and transformed into roaring flames, which surged forward with a bellow and swallowed Old Demon Jia whole.

"Ah..."

The brief scream came to an abrupt halt.

Old Demon Jia, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, was wrapped in blazing flames. Whether he lived or died was already unknown.

With the instigator gone, the dense demonic qi that had blanketed dozens of miles and nearly engulfed the entire core region of the Feathering Sect rapidly receded and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Master Green Feather and the other heavily wounded yet conscious elders stared at the scene in utter stupefaction.

Their expressions were incomparably complicated.

Shock, confusion, disbelief...

Just moments ago, the Feathering Sect had been facing a calamity of utter destruction.

Yet in the blink of an eye, their powerful enemy had already fallen before them.

The change had come too quickly.

But what they found even more unbelievable was the way their enemy had died.

"Senior Brother, I... I think what I saw just now was the Fireball Technique..."

The Head of Sword-Flying Peak was also grievously wounded, nearly unable to move, yet his eyes were wide open.

Gasping for breath, he spoke.

Master Green Feather did not answer the question.

Instead, he fell silent.

Junior Brother Zhang was right.

But the question was... was that possible?

Even though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to believe what had just happened before him.

The powerful Old Demon Jia, an expert at the late Mysterious Mastery Realm, had brought the Feathering Sect to the brink of destruction all by himself, only to die to a single fireball.

It was simply too absurd!

The Fireball Technique!

A basic Five Elements spell.

The first spell most disciples learned upon embarking on the immortal path.

Its greatest feature was that it was simple and easy to master.

As for its power...

There was little worth mentioning.

Even martial arts experts among mortals could deal with it.

Yet Old Demon Jia had died just like that.