Chapter 668: Chapter 550 Who is the Taoist_1 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, “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? 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞 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.