"What Young Master Lin? He couldn't withstand a single blow!" Li Xiaoya screamed with deranged glee.
"Hmm? Who's gone mad in the middle of the night?" As Li Xiaoya laughed wildly amid the explosions of his fireballs, a figure opened his eyes inside a secluded chamber.
"Oh, really?" Suddenly, countless figures appeared around him, laughing wildly. "Xian'er is mine! You'll never have her in this lifetime! Hahahahahahaha!"
"Aah! Die, die, die, die, die!" Li Xiaoya flew into a fury. An endless stream of fireballs shot in every direction, exploding against the enormous bamboo stalks around him and toppling them one after another.
Li Xiaoya did not know that his overwhelming negative emotions had already driven him to hallucinate. He had succumbed to qi deviation...
"Tsk! Where have those mountain-patrol disciples gone? How could they let someone run amok like this?" the person in the chamber complained. Suddenly, he slapped his smooth, bald head in realization. "Right! Master thought they were getting in the way last time and sent them off. He forbade them from coming near Bamboo Grove Valley. Oh, well, I'd better go take a look!" With that, the bald man stood, opened the door, and walked out.
"Bastard! Don't run!" Li Xiaoya's furious voice rang throughout the valley. He kept firing fireballs at random as he dashed forward. Only one thought remained in his mind: kill that loathsome shadow! Bloodlust had turned his eyes crimson, and madness covered his face. If no one stopped him, he would likely exhaust his magic power and die as his meridians burst. Such things had happened countless times in the Cultivation World.
Eventually, Li Xiaoya reached a cliff, but he had already lost all reason. How could he possibly notice the precipice ahead? His mind was filled with nothing but killing the