Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity – Chapter 258

Boom!

Before long, the Immortal army arrived in the Arid Province, releasing overwhelming celestial might that made the local beings struggle to breathe.

As the Xuantian Sect came into view, the fury in Feng Qingyang’s eyes burned like a raging fire, and he could no longer contain the killing intent within him, roaring:

“Red Demon Hong Qianye, come out and die!!!”

His thunderous shout echoed through the vast sky, shaking the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

“What’s happening?!”

Countless cultivators felt their heads buzz, their hearts racing with fear and shock reflected in their eyes.

“Oh my god, that guy is actually calling for Hong Qianye to die! Isn’t he just asking for death? That’s Senior Ye’s top disciple!”

“I find it strange. He keeps saying he wants the Red Demon to die, but what does that have to do with Fairy Hong?”

“Friend, your understanding is top-tier!”

…

At the Xuantian Sect.

Faced with the pressure from tens of thousands of immortals, many disciples and elders were stunned, but after hearing that roar, their expressions turned peculiar.

Are you serious?

It’s not too late to turn around and run!

Boom—

At that moment, the Immortal army surrounded the Xuantian Sect, making sure their target wouldn’t escape.

In their eyes, anyone associated with the Red Demon deserved to suffer!

After all, they were part of the disguised demonic sect!

Better to wrongfully kill than let anyone escape!

Yang Wei, the Sect Master of Liuli Dao Sect, wore a smug smile, “Hehe, these ants must be scared out of their wits right now.”

“But I feel like their gazes are a bit strange,” Xu Boqi, Sect Master of Qianyuan Dao Sect, furrowed his brows, sensing that the Xuantian Sect disciples looked at them with pity in their eyes.

Weird!

Under normal circumstances, wouldn’t they be terrified, screaming, or even fainting?

What’s going on?

Could it be a trap?!

Feng Qingyang’s eyes glinted like a blazing sun, exuding a chilling killing intent as he declared, “Red Demon Hong Qianye, I know you’re hiding here. Come out and die!”

His roaring voice was deafening, sending ripples through the void.

At Mysterious Peak.

At noon, Ye Junlin was enjoying a steaming bowl of noodles, perfectly al dente, in a rich mushroom broth that was bursting with flavor.

He had sensed the arrival of the Immortal army early on but remained unfazed because, really, what mattered more than enjoying his noodles?

And that roar? He heard it loud and clear—obviously, it was the enemies after his top disciple.

“Hong Shixiong, they’re coming for you!” Li Wujie remarked, curious.

Hong Qianye calmly put down his chopsticks and replied to the silver-haired youth, “Master, I’ll take care of it right away.”

“Be quick. If the noodles get cold, they won’t taste as good.”

“Yes!”

Hong Qianye stood up, glancing at the tens of thousands of immortals surrounding the Xuantian Sect, a playful glint shining in his beautiful Danfeng eyes.

If this were in the past, he’d definitely be dead.

But now?

Heh.

Just then, Feng Qingyang was about to continue shouting when a familiar figure in red appeared in his sight.

Just as he remembered, breathtakingly stunning, one of a kind.

“The Red Demon has appeared!”

Cheers erupted from all directions.

Countless gazes were fixed on this former legendary demon.

“My heavens, he looks even better now,” a middle-aged man said dreamily.

“Cough, cough, keep it together!” a companion feigned a cough, reminding him.

Indeed, they raised their armies to hunt down Hong Qianye, but upon seeing his return, they almost fell under his celestial presence.

Compared to many years ago, his looks and aura were even more outstanding!

If he went back to the Central Region, wouldn’t he attract a horde of fangirls?

Feng Qingyang narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint appearing as he coldly said: “Red Demon, you dare to come out to die.”

Hong Qianye chuckled coldly: “I remember you, Sect Master of Wujidao. Your son died by my hand.”

Those words were like a knife, stabbing deep into Feng Qingyang’s heart.

Feng Qingyang’s eyes turned bloodshot in an instant, anger raging within him as he coldly replied: “You turned my son into dust, Red Demon! You have a vile heart!”

When he first learned of this, it was like being struck by five thunders; even now, he deeply loathed the perpetrator.

Hong Qianye sneered, “It was your own doing, allowing your son to run his mouth recklessly and earning this fate deservedly.”

To know, back then, he was already a True Immortal, a recognized giant in the demonic path, while that brat was just at the Tribulation Stage, daring to slander him because of his influential father.

Hong Qianye understood that some people just loved to brag, but if you did, you had to take the consequences.

So he personally dealt with that guy, capturing him and torturing him mercilessly until his last breath, then using celestial fire to reduce him to ashes.

The whole process was quite satisfying.

Remembering the wretched state and suffering of his son before he died, Feng Qingyang nearly lost control of his emotions, shaking with anger, his facial muscles twitching as he held back for a time before finally shouting—

“He was just a child!!!”

His tone was heart-wrenching, filled with grief.

Hong Qianye fell silent.

A memory flashed of a big man who was as round as a ball, sporting a crooked mustache and looking a bit sleazy.

Hong Qianye’s mouth twitched a few times. Was that really a child?!

Are you sure?

“Sect Master Feng, don’t let anger cloud your judgment! This must be a trick by the Red Demon to provoke you!”

“Exactly! Our enemy is right in front of us; we can deal with him anytime!”

“The timing is on our side; he can’t escape!”

Several Sect Masters chimed in.

Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, they shot out dazzling white light.

“Red Demon, times have changed. Do you really think you can still be invincible like in the past?”

“Today, I will avenge my son!!!”

With that, Feng Qingyang raised his right hand, which sparkled with celestial light, revealing a majestic pair of blue metallic gloves. Infusing it with ample celestial power, the gloves emitted terrifying energy.

Whoosh!

A large swirl of black hurricane rose from his hand, swirling ominously with fearsome lightning, capable of turning mountains into dust.

“Die!”

Feng Qingyang shouted loudly.

At the fifth tier of Celestial Immortal, he was full of confidence. Coupled with his signature technique and the boost from his magical artifact, he felt as if he could crush the Red Demon and relieve his anger with a mere flick of his wrist.

Of course.

That was just his delusion.

Hong Qianye gently flicked his finger, and a red beam as fierce as a ribbon shot forth, easily dispersing the black hurricane.

Boom!

Feng Qingyang felt like he’d been struck by lightning, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth as his eyes widened in horror, “You, your strength…”

His full-force attack was effortlessly neutralized?

Is this a joke?

“Back in the day, I could suppress you with one hand; now, I just need one finger.”

Hong Qianye’s gaze was teasing, laced with mockery:

“You’re right, times have changed.”

Boom!

In the next moment, a powerful aura erupted, suddenly pressing down on everyone like a giant mountain, causing them to nearly suffocate.

Feng Qingyang’s eyes went wide as if cold air surged straight into his mind, chilling him to the core.

He never expected this great demon was now a Profound Immortal!

In this place, how did he grow to such a level?

Is this even reasonable?

“Hiss!”

“Hiss!”

“Hiss!”

…

Around him, gasps filled the air.

The immortals from the Seven Great Sects were dumbfounded, as if they had been dealt a heavy blow, their heads spinning.

The Red Demon who fled from the Central Region back then had actually reached this level?

A normal Profound Immortal could kill thousands of Celestial Immortals. What did that mean for the seven Celestial Immortals and the rest being True Immortals?

How do we fight this battle?

“Damn, so that’s why that old thief didn’t come; he knew the Red Demon’s power all along and tricked us into coming here to die!” Xu Boqi figured out angrily.

The other sect leaders felt like they were going to vomit blood, realizing that old thief had played them.

No wonder the Cangming Dao Sect kept holding funerals, refusing to show up—waiting for the Seven Great Sects to walk into a death trap.

What a ruthless and clever move!

“Master Feng, maybe we should…” Yang Wei, drenched in cold sweat, felt like running away because in front of that figure in red, he felt like an ant.

Feng Qingyang was sweating bullets, feeling caught between a rock and a hard place.

After a moment, he forced a stiff smile onto his face and clasped his hands, “Red Sect Leader, that was all just a joke. Please don’t take it to heart.”

Instantly, everyone was dumbfounded.

What’s this called?

Before the battle even started, the leader had already backed down?

But once they thought of the power gap, it suddenly seemed understandable.

Hong Qianye laughed coldly: “Weren’t you going to avenge your child? Why the change of heart?”

Feng Qingyang’s gaze was firm as he solemnly declared, “That rebellious son deserved to die for crossing Red Sect Leader!”

In truth, his heart was bleeding profusely…

“That’s right! Sect Master Feng’s son absolutely deserved to die! He got what he asked for!”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

The other sect masters hurriedly added their support, trying to save face.

Feng Qingyang’s facial muscles twitched as he silently watched them. What does my son’s fate have to do with you?