"Sizzle..." The six grand sect leaders collectively drew in a breath of cold air, "The Demon-Sealing Mantra?"
At that moment, the demon's long nails were only three inches away from Xiaokai's throat. Ning Qing's eyes were filled with fear, while Xuefeng and Feihe, among others, shook their heads in regret. Even Xiao Zhu, who stood aside, had a look of extreme horror on her delicate face. Even Xiao Guan concealed in Xiaokai's book, let out a scream, "I don't want to die!"
This statement by Xiao Guan revealed that he and Xiaokai had a symbiotic relationship, which meant that Xiaokai was actually his host.
Of course, Xiaokai didn't die. In that instant, his blurred impressions in his mind suddenly became crystal clear. As a result, some extremely strange and indescribable syllables naturally flowed from his mouth. Then, the long nails suddenly paused.
This demon was different from the others, because its true form was a white jade night pot. Its entire power and Taoist skills resided in its mouth. But now, its mouth that never ceased reciting spells suddenly closed, thus causing its entire power, abilities, and speed to drop to zero in an instant.
Xiaokai's back was covered in cold sweat. After realizing that he hadn't died, he immediately kicked the demon in front of him.
He wasn't a martial arts master, nor a powerful cultivator. This was simply a burst of potential that emerged from a person on the brink of death. So, even though the kick had a very amateurish posture and poor technique, it was still powerful. With one kick, the demon collapsed with a thud.
Its eyeballs fell to the ground.
The demon's face turned bright red, its mouth twitching frantically as if trying to open it. However, no matter how hard it tried, its upper and lower lips seemed to be glued shut, without a single gap.
Xiaokai wiped away the tears and snot that were just scared out of him, and when he looked down, the demon was rolling on the ground. He rushed forward and delivered a flurry of punches and kicks. However, the demon, with its mouth unable to open and all its powers sealed within for five thousand years, its body equivalent to that of an ordinary mortal and even inferior due to incomplete refinement, suffered from Xiaokai's actions. It bled from its nose and was beaten half to death.
"Could it really be the Demon-Sealing Mantra?" Kunlun Feihe lost his composure completely. His eyes widened as he witnessed the previously arrogant demon being beaten down by Xiaokai. This sent a chill down his spine. Looking at Xiaokai, he felt that the leader of the trashy sect, who had lived through the ages, now exuded a mysterious aura.
"It seems the Demon-Sealing Mantra is indeed the reason behind this, because only the Demon-Sealing Mantra has such peculiar characteristics," Xuefeng exclaimed in shock, "He clearly sealed off the source of the demon's power, turning it into a waste!"
The Demon-Sealing Mantra, an extremely rare skill that had not appeared for ten thousand years, had unexpectedly manifested in the current leader of the Heavenly Chosen Sect. With just this one mantra, the Heavenly Chosen Sect could transform from a trashy sect into the top sect in the entire cultivation world, because this move was virtually an ultimate killing technique against all monsters and demons.
Xiao Zhu's eyes sparkled, brimming with pride as she looked at her beloved from a distance. It was truly an indescribable feeling.
At this point, the demon had been nearly beaten to the brink of death by Xiaokai. It probably gave up resisting, rolling over and bowing repeatedly on the ground, sounding thuds as its head hit the ground.
The sect leaders were dumbfounded.
Xiaokai was panting heavily, clapping his hands and cursing, "Damn, this guy's bones are really tough. My hands hurt from beating him."
The demon immediately bowed again, as if to say, "It's all my fault." The others had already come back to their senses, and when they saw this scene, they were filled with cold sweat once more.
"Xiaokai, what's going on?" It was only then that Ning Zong finally came to his senses, urgently grabbing Xiaokai's arm and questioning him. But Xiaokai couldn't be bothered to respond, just sitting on the ground feeling like all his strength was being drained, and eventually lying down haphazardly. He hadn't even had breakfast, and the recent scare made tears and snot flow uncontrollably. At this moment, he looked extremely disheveled – with dirt, mud, and tears and snot all over his face. However, in this day and age, strength was the only thing that mattered. After the performance just now, his current state could not be considered impolite or unkempt. The seven sect leaders all secretly marveled, "This man is actually a master who is indifferent and unpredictable."
Just as they were marveling, Xiaokai called out, "Is there any food? I'm really starving."
Ning Qing was still in a daze, not expecting him to suddenly blurt this out. She couldn't help bursting into laughter, which was especially crisp in the current quiet environment. Most people were still immersed in their earlier shock, but her laughter immediately drew all eyes towards her. The little girl blushed and hid behind her grandfather. Then, she suddenly saw Xiaokai looking over at her and winked, saying, "Dirty old man, thank you just now."
Xiaokai's eyes followed her gaze and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh, what's this?" There was a small three-inch photo on the ground. Its edges had turned yellow, indicating that it was very old.
"That's mine!" Ning Qing quickly rushed over to pick up the photo, but Xiaokai was a step ahead, snatching it up.
In the photo, a handsome young boy was smiling. His complexion was a bit pale, as if he lacked nutrition, but his innocent smile carried a warm touch.
"Ah! How can this be?" Xiaokai exclaimed, "How do you have a photo of my childhood?"
"Your...photo?" Ning Qing was suddenly dumbfounded.
From this angle, Xiaokai's eyes, nose, and eyebrows were indeed quite similar to the handsome boy in the picture. Although his smile carried a hint of worldliness and maturity, the warmth was unerasable.
In that moment, Ning Qing felt a bit absent-minded. She took a deep breath, covering her pounding heart with her small white hands, as if trying to conceal her erratic heartbeat.
Just then, the honking sound of a car horn rang out, and a truck steadily stopped not far away. The driver's face appeared from the window, "Grandpa, I've brought back some snacks. Who was the one asking for food?"
"It's me!" Xiaokai jumped up and leaped straight into the back of the truck, disappearing from everyone's view.
The pitiful demon knelt there, looking at the direction where Xiaokai disappeared, then turned to see the seven high-level experts glaring at it. It couldn't help but wipe away the nosebleed, looking utterly lost.
"Let's go," Xuefeng said, "The effect of the Demon-Sealing Mantra is permanent. Now that the demon's matter has been resolved, we should return to the mountain."
"Not so fast," a Daoist in yellow robes spoke up, "The Hundred-Year Gathering of Spiritualism at Mount Huangshan is about to begin. With the current strength of the Sect Leader, he should be eligible to receive an invitation."
Kunlun Feihe also nodded, "Right, I agree."
Xuefeng's brow furrowed imperceptibly, then relaxed, and she smiled, "Indeed, indeed, I almost forgot. Since the Sect Leader has such a mysterious skill as the Demon-Sealing Mantra, he is naturally eligible to attend the Gathering of Spiritualism. I ask Senior Songfeng to extend the invitation."
The Daoist in yellow robes was indeed Songfeng, the head of Mount Huangshan. As the host of the upcoming gathering, it was only right for him to extend the invitation. He swiftly flew over and landed near the truck with a resounding thud. In a solemn voice, he said, "Sect Leader 205, I, Songfeng of Mount Huangshan, have a matter to discuss."