“Are you Gui Tao?”
The Taoist still did not reply, continuing on his way alone.
An irate Demon Cultivator with a red face couldn’t stand it any longer. He barked, “Hey you, Taoist! How dare you ignore the Saint Heir’s question?”
There was still no response.
Unable to hold back, the red-faced Demon Cultivator marched forward and with a mere kick, sent the Taoist tumbling to the ground.
Although his kick was not forceful, it still broke the bones of the Taoist’s body.
Struggling on the ground, the Taoist attempted to rise, his limbs uncoordinated as if he were a praying mantis with its body twisted—if not for the context, his figure would be comical and laughable.
The group of Demon Cultivators burst into uproarious laughter.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi frowned, puzzled.
But Mo Hua couldn’t find it within himself to laugh; on the contrary, his gaze deepened, and his expression became more serious.
The Taoist continued to struggle, his form wretched and grotesque.
The old demon’s expression was cold and indifferent.
The Saint Heir smirked with disdain at the sight.
Feeling emboldened, the red-faced Demon Cultivator strode forward and repeatedly stomped on the Taoist’s limbs, breaking them. Then, as if still not satisfied, he pulled out a Ghost blade and hacked the Taoist until he was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
A Demon Cultivator complained, “Why make such a bloody mess?”
“You really have too much time on your hands…”
The red-faced Demon Cultivator sneered, “What do you know? This is ‘Gui Tao,’ the Taoist of rumors. Shouldn’t he at least die with some dignity?”
“The one I killed is Gui Tao!”
The red-faced Demon Cultivator laughed savagely, “Killing Gui Tao will surely bring glory and fame, echoing through the Demon Path. The next Taoist will undoubtedly be me!”
“Cut the bullshit! What nonsense are you spouting?” another Demon Cultivator with slanted eyes cursed.
The red-faced Demon Cultivator’s pupils darkened, “You questioning me?”
“What’s there to question? You think you’re worthy?” the slanted-eyed Demon Cultivator sneered.
The red-faced Demon Cultivator glanced hollowly at him, “You aspire to be a Taoist too?”
“What Taoist…”
The slanted-eyed Demon Cultivator didn’t finish his thought when he suddenly stiffened, his expression vicious, “Nonsense, who doesn’t want to be a Taoist?!”
The red-faced Demon Cultivator’s voice was hoarse, “Delusions of grandeur, there can only be one Taoist!”
The slanted-eyed Demon Cultivator’s face twisted strangely as he sneered, “That’s right, and that person can only be me…”
Enraged, the red-faced Demon Cultivator cleaved with his Ghost blade, Demonic Qi surging, and immediately slashed at the slanted-eyed Demon Cultivator, “You goddamned worthy?!”
The slanted-eyed Demon Cultivator parried with his Yin Ghost swords, his body swirling with an aura of gloom, and charged at the red-faced Demon Cultivator, “If I am unworthy, what makes you, this pathetic wretch, worthy?”
Both brimming with ferocity, their weapons clashed, and they began to Fight to the Death as if no one else was present…
The Saint Heir was utterly baffled.
What imbeciles, fighting over what?
Fighting over the title of Taoist at this moment?
Have their brains been devoured by pigs?
“Stop!” the Saint Heir said impatiently.
But not only did the two not cease their fighting, they became even more furious and brutal, each blow lethal as if intent on sending the other to their death.
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