550 Who is the Taoist_1
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The sky was dimming, bathed in the afterglow of sunset.
A trace of the dying day’s light shone upon the eerie Taoist, casting a cadaverous sallow over him.
Mo Hua’s breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly.
Even though he had never seen this Taoist before, the aura was eerily familiar.
The Big Demon Feng Xi of Tongxian City who had been resurrected from death.
The half-step Taoist Demon of South Yue City, king of ten thousand corpses.
And that shadowy, deathly still figure that arose in his Sea of Consciousness whenever he silently recited the Taoist’s name…
All had an aura identical to this man’s.
A tremor ran through Mo Hua’s heart.
This was the person, the Demon Sect Cultivator whom his master had forbidden him to think about, let alone mention—the one of extreme cruelty and ferocity…
Gui Tao’s people!!
Elsewhere, the Golden Core Demon Cultivators beheld the Taoist with expressions ranging from solemn, to puzzled, to disdainful.
Not all among them knew of Gui Tao’s people.
But the old demon in the blood robe did.
He was the servant of the Saint Heir, at the Late Jindan Stage, with old seniority and broad knowledge—even if he had not seen him with his own eyes, he was deeply knowledgeable about some of the Demon Sect’s taboos.
Gui Tao…
The honorific title of “Taoist” is no small matter, not simply granted for high cultivation or heinous killings.
To say nothing of his title bearing the word “Gui.”
The old demon in the blood robe became grave.
He didn’t know what Gui Tao intended, making a sudden appearance at this moment, but he greeted with a clasped-fist salute,
“Predecessor…”
Gui Tao acted as if he hadn’t heard, his footsteps not halting, still lurching unevenly toward the crowd.
The old demon’s face was stony.
One Demon Cultivator sneered, “Is this man Gui Tao?”
“Why does he look so disheveled?”
“Like a beggar…”
“Judging by his cultivation, he seems no more than at the Foundation Establishment?”
“Could he be a walking corpse?”
“Pretentious nonsense…”
The group of Demon Cultivators wore looks of scorn.
The Dali Mountain State boundary was a Third-Grade State Boundary, where Heavenly Dao imposed limits, with Golden Core as the upper limit.
This group of Heretical Demons, with more than twenty practitioners at the Golden Core Realm, roamed recklessly in this state boundary.
Unless they possessed transcendent objects like special Eternal Life Runes, they were without concerns.
But two Eternal Life Runes were already shattered.
The Golden Body Dharma Phase had been erased by the Heavenly Dao.
Such treasures were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, and it was improbable for there to be several.
Therefore, these Demon Cultivators did not fear Gui Tao.
Even their words were disrespectful, assuming that the Taoist could do nothing to them.
But this Taoist, like a dead man, seemed oblivious to everything and simply kept walking forward.
His step was shaky, his Blood Qi depleted.
The old demon frowned, his own doubts creeping in.
“Is this person really Gui Tao?”
He scrutinized this “person” for a long time, even sweeping over him with Divine Sense, but detected nothing unusual.
Weak Divine Thought, frail cultivation, and a broken body.
Nothing at all like the revered figure of a Demon Sect “Taoist.”
“Could we be mistaken…”
The old demon frowned.
The Saint Heir was also hesitant and directly asked,