No one should pretend to be a god, lest they be struck by lightning.
Ancestor Fúkōng was a living example. After shouting "Who else?", he was hit.
That streak of dark light seemed to have eyes, striking directly at him.
The dark light was as fast as lightning, carrying a terrifying destructive power. Wherever it passed, even the void cracked.
Ancestor Fúkōng’s scalp tingled. He immediately recalled the Fútú Wheel and blocked in front of him.
*Bang!*
The dark light accurately hit the Fútú Wheel, emitting a world-shattering sound.
Large swathes of clouds in the sky were overturned, and the thick cloud layers turned into nothingness under the surging energy.
Ancestor Fúkōng’s figure was also revealed.
He was an ancient fierce beast, a Di Jiang, resembling a large eagle but with vibrant colors, a head adorned with two horns, and wings spanning over ten meters wide. His eyes were wide open, blood-red and extremely ferocious.
However, he was in a sorry state at the moment, completely scorched black, his feathers scattered, and wisps of smoke rising from his body, carrying a smell of burnt flesh.
“Who, who ambushed me?”
Ancestor Fúkōng roared loudly, his chest heaving violently, his fur bristling with anger.
Having roamed the world for thousands of years, he had never suffered such a loss, especially in front of so many people. It was too humiliating. Da Feng Novel Network.
Then, he discovered that the Fútú Wheel had a small hole pierced through it.
This meant that after the streak of dark light pierced the immortal artifact, the residual energy could still injure him to this extent.
If not for the Fútú Wheel’s defense, he might have been directly annihilated.
This turn of events also shocked the entire audience.
Ancestor Fúkōng, who was incredibly powerful and had swept through numerous strong cultivators in the Southern Region, was almost instantly killed by a single blow!
“Sir, it was Sir who made the move.”
Lin Mengmeng and the others were guarding Ji Mo’s room and felt it most clearly.
That streak of dark light had flown out from the room. It was likely that Ji Mo couldn’t stand Ancestor Fúkōng’s arrogance and had finally acted.
They breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Ji Mo seemed to be fine.
Since Sir had taken action, Fúkōng Mountain was finished.
“Ambushed you? Don’t flatter yourself. It’s Mr. Ji who couldn’t stand your beastly arrogance and is teaching you a lesson for your misbehavior.”
Huì Néng was extremely excited. Mr. Ji was indeed formidable. He didn’t act, but when he did, his move was astonishing.
From such a distance, he almost eliminated Ancestor Fúkōng with a single move with ease.
Zēng Qǐyán and Dù Mùbái were struck by lightning. Was that Ji Mo fellow so terrifying? How could he be so strong?
In that case, had they chosen the wrong side this time?
The other cultivators from the Southern Region who had pledged allegiance to Fúkōng Mountain all looked ashen. Once Fúkōng Mountain was defeated, they would have no good outcome.
Sun Zhì, who was hiding in the shadows, was filled with dread. Things had exceeded his imagination. Why was this bastard Ji Mo so strong?
“Ji Mo, don’t hide like a coward. If you have the guts, come out and fight me honorably.”
Ancestor Fúkōng refused to believe it. The power of that streak of dark light was so terrifying. He assumed that Ji Mo could at most unleash one such attack, and it would likely come at a great cost.
Otherwise, why would he have waited until now to act? He would have dealt with him long ago.
Ancestor Fúkōng’s voice was like thunder, shaking the entire Chìzhāng City.
But no one responded to him.
Seeing such provocation and Ji Mo’s lack of reaction, he became even more certain of his guess, believing that Ji Mo was nothing special, had exhausted his strength, and was no longer a threat.
“Coward, when I drag you out, I’ll tear you to pieces…”
Ancestor Fúkōng grew more arrogant and continued to clamor.
At the same time, runes intertwined in his eyes, and his gaze swept across the area of the Fúlái Inn, trying to pinpoint Ji Mo’s location.
The next second, his pupils dilated because he saw a larger, thicker black light erupting and heading towards him.
His soul was about to flee his body. He flapped his wings and soared towards the sky, trying to escape.
But he couldn’t escape at all. The dark light seemed to have locked onto him, arriving in an instant.
Ancestor Fúkōng roared, frantically activating the Fútú Wheel. Masses of blood-red light surged, enveloping his body layer by layer.
But it was futile.
The several layers of blood-red light were broken through as easily as paper. The dark light continuously bombarded the Fútú Wheel.
The Fútú Wheel was pierced repeatedly, covered in cracks, and finally disintegrated, turning into fragments scattering in the sky.
A powerful immortal spiritual artifact was thus shattered.
Without the protection of the Fútú Wheel, Ancestor Fúkōng was in dire straits.
The dark light struck him, not only piercing his body with ease but also inflicting a sensation of near-death due to the spatial power it contained.
Feathers flew, and demonic blood splattered.
Ancestor Fúkōng’s body was a bloody mess. He plummeted from mid-air, smashing into the ground and creating a large pit. His life or death was uncertain.
The dark light had not stopped. It continued to shoot out, striking the disciples of Fúkōng Mountain.
Screams erupted continuously. No one could resist. Anyone touched by the dark light had their body explode, resulting in a gruesome death.
The Sect Master of Fúkōng Mountain was not spared. He was hit by a streak of dark light, and an arm along with half of his body instantly turned into a bloody mist.
Inside the room.
Ji Mo was having a great time.
He kept fiddling with the Rubik’s Cube in his hand, analyzing the intricate patterns on it, while his head bobbed continuously, dodging the dark light that shot out from the cube.
Soon, he would be able to decipher the mechanism and open the Rubik’s Cube.
Such precise construction had indeed piqued his interest. There might be something good hidden inside.
Ji Hānhān would never have imagined that by merely fiddling with the Rubik’s Cube randomly, he had almost annihilated Fúkōng Mountain by sheer chance.
Fúkōng Mountain suffered heavy casualties.
The demonic beast corpses fell like dumplings being dropped into a pot, splashing down one after another.
Many people were profoundly shocked. This Mr. Ji was truly terrifying. Was he planning to slaughter the entire Fúkōng Mountain by himself?
The Sect Master of Fúkōng Mountain’s eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, “Ji Mo, show mercy when possible. Do you truly intend to exterminate us all? Fúkōng Mountain has extensive connections in the Western Region and many allies. They will avenge Fúkōng Mountain. Are you not afraid of triggering a regional war with your malicious and bloodthirsty actions?”
To save his life, the Sect Master of Fúkōng Mountain threatened Ji Mo with a regional war, forcing him to spare Fúkōng Mountain.
“Regional war? You’re overthinking it.”
Yázì jumped out, looking towards a certain direction. “The Seven Fiends Alliance has defected to the demon race and intended to slaughter Chìzhāng City. The evidence for this is conclusive, and it is known to all under heaven. Now, your Fúkōng Mountain is colluding with Sun Zhì, clearly having become lackeys of the demon race, and deserves to be executed.”
Its sense of smell was extremely keen, and it had detected Sun Zhì’s aura. That fellow had been hiding within the Fúkōng Mountain faction.
Just then, a streak of dark light flashed in the direction Yázì was looking.
Sun Zhì let out a scream, and his figure was revealed.
He coughed up large mouthfuls of blood, his heart filled with immense terror. He had hidden so well, why was he still discovered?
“What, the Seven Fiends Alliance has defected to the demon race!”
The Sect Master of Fúkōng Mountain staggered, his face instantly turning pale.
He truly had no knowledge of this matter. Otherwise, how would he dare to associate with Sun Zhì?
Now, with the mud stuck to his pants, it was undeniably excrement.
There was no way to explain such a matter. Fúkōng Mountain was in serious trouble.
“Damn you, Sun Zhì, you’ve ruined me.”
The Sect Master of Fúkōng Mountain glared furiously at Sun Zhì, wishing he could devour him alive.
“Lackeys of the demon race are targets for everyone. Kill!”
Instantly, everyone surged forward, beginning to eliminate demons and uphold righteousness, comprehensively settling accounts with Fúkōng Mountain.