I am a prodigy!

Billowing demonic clouds blotted out half the sky above Poyang City.

More than half the roof ridges of the Demon Suppression Regional Office, a symbol of the court's majesty, had been crushed.

Rubble littered the ground. Even the dust dared not rise, only scattering low across the earth.

Hundreds of elite demon suppressors in cloud-patterned black robes had converged from every direction. From afar, they resembled a swarm of black ants pinned beneath that blood-red canopy, unable to lift their heads.

These black-clad fiends usually patrolled the streets and alleys with hands on their sabers, terrifying enough to silence crying children.

Yet beneath the red light filling the sky, they looked so frail and helpless.

The Crimson-Scaled Demon Venerable lowered his eyelids slightly, his indifferent gaze sweeping over those below.

"..."

Wang Hong stared at the figure overhead, towering like a demonic god, and slowly drew his saber.

He had imagined dying.

He had never imagined being this powerless.

He likely would not even get a chance to swing his saber.

The overwhelming pressure alone had already turned his knees to jelly.

"Whew..."

A long sigh escaped.

Yue Huaiyuan slowly straightened his back. A pitch-black spear now rested in his palm.

Golden dragon patterns wound around its shaft, with faint glimmers flowing along them. It was clearly no mortal-grade weapon.

"Wang, you big idiot. Looks like we won't get our fill of wine today."

"If we can't drink our fill today, I'll find you for another drink in the next life!"

"Good!"

Yue Huaiyuan burst out laughing.

At the same time.

Crackle—

A young Daoist in Daoist robes stepped forward.

Zhang Daoxuan's face was dark as still water. Lightning now surged through his formerly clear eyes.

"Though my cultivation is shallow, even I know that vanquishing demons and defending the