It was nowhere near as powerful or terrifying…
Twenty Golden Core Demon Cultivators, without any warning and unbeknownst to themselves, were infused with Demon Thoughts, slaughtering each other endlessly…
Like pigs and sheep in a slaughterhouse, manipulated by others…
Not even knowing how they died.
Is this the doing of Gui Tao’s people?
…
The slaughter among the Golden Core Demon Cultivators, from the absurd to the intense, from the fierce to the cruel, and finally to a standstill…
The forest was left in chaos, like hell.
The contest for the title of “Taoist” had also come to an end.
Of the twenty Golden Core Demon Cultivators, almost all were dead or injured.
Only one was left, a tall and thin Golden Core Demon Cultivator, with an average appearance.
He walked to the “Taoist” who had been slain earlier by the red-faced Demon Cultivator, and peeled off the bloodstained, dead man’s Taoist Robe, draping it over himself.
An eerie smile of victory spread across his face.
“I am a Taoist!”
As soon as he uttered these words, an inexplicable chill surged in everyone’s heart.
The Taoist moved his limbs awkwardly, like a puppet, making the ill-fitting Taoist Robe look even more incongruous and sinister.
Then, just as before, he walked towards the Saint Heir.
As if to finish the path that had been left incomplete before.
But this time, his footsteps were much lighter.
The Blood Refining Old Demon gritted his teeth and stepped in front of the Saint Heir, his voice grave:
“Elder, please show mercy!”
Seeing that the Taoist was unmoved, the Blood Refining Old Demon continued with a trembling voice:
“Elder, he is the Saint Heir!”
“You and I are both from the Demon Path, you should know the Saint Heir’s esteemed status!”
“The Saint Heir has noble bloodline… having the qualifications to compete for the Taoist title, to succeed as the Demon Monarch. It is very likely that he will be the future Demon Monarch of the Demon Path, he cannot be subjected to any mishaps!”
“The Saint Heir…”
…
But no matter what he said, the Taoist kept on walking.
As if he was moved by his own thoughts alone, and everything and everyone else was of no concern to him.
Seeing that there was no turning back, the Blood Refining Old Demon’s gaze turned cold.
“Very well, since you fail to appreciate kindness, don’t blame this old man for being rude!”
He summoned an ancient bronze Soul Protecting Bell to guard his spirit and then chanted a curse. The Blood Refining Robe around him seemed to come to life, turning into a pool of flowing blood to protect his flesh.
A pitch-black Demon sword hovered in front of him.
This was his own Magical Treasure, as well as the most powerful, most evil, most rank among the standard weapons for Golden Core Stage Cultivators in the Demon Path:
The Black Demon Sword.
The Soul Protecting Bell guarded his heart, the Blood Refining Robe protected his body, and the Black Demon Sword was used for killing.