Chapter 669: Chapter 550 Who is the Taoist_2
The other Demon Cultivators watched the fight with cold sneers.
Demon Cultivators were inherently unruly, and even though they were from the same sect, they connived and competed against each other, fighting openly and covertly. Now seeing two of their own in a life-and-death struggle, the others remained indifferent.
But as the two red-faced Demon Cultivators fought with all their might, the Demonic Qi of the Golden Core Realm roiled around them, inevitably affecting bystanders.
A Monster Cultivator with a face full of horizontal scars and a massive body was careless for a moment and had his Taoist Robe cut by the bloody blade Qi of the red-faced Demon Cultivator.
Enraged, the Monster Cultivator bellowed, “Son of a bitch, are you seeking death?!”
The red-faced Demon Cultivator, whose eyes had turned entirely black, glanced at the Monster Cultivator with a hoarse and cold voice, seemingly devoid of human emotion:
“Do you also wish to become a Taoist?”
“Become your mother’s Taoist!”
The multiple horizontal scars on the Monster Cultivator’s face trembled wildly, clearly furious. His body suddenly swelled larger, his muscles became knotted and as hard as fine iron, and with surging Monster Qi, he aimed a punch straight at the red-faced Demon Cultivator.
But at that moment, his expression changed, and so did his words:
“Who the hell doesn’t want to be a Taoist?”
The Monster Cultivator, overflowing with Monster Qi, also joined the fray.
The Saint Heir frowned and shouted harshly, “Stop!”
But the few locked in combat did not heed his words.
Not only that, but more and more Golden Core Demon Cultivators, affected by the battle, were inevitably dragged into this absurd and bizarre slaughter…
Only then did the Saint Heir realize something was amiss, and a chill crept into his heart. He couldn’t help but glance at the Blood Refining Old Demon.
The Blood Refining Old Demon’s eyelids twitched as he guarded the Saint Heir and slowly stepped back a few paces.
And yet, this bloody battle grew more and more uncontrollable…
“No, you’re not worthy, I am!”
“Kill you all, and I’ll be the Taoist!”
The words “Taoist” seemed to possess a magic that took root in the deepest desires, gradually drawing all the Golden Core Demon Cultivators:
“I practice the Mysterious Yin Demon Skill, refine the Yin Banner, I should be the Taoist!”
“Mysterious Yin Demon Skill is worthless!”
“I cultivate the Monster Path, eat human flesh, drink human blood, I am the Taoist!”
“Whoever lives is the Taoist!”
“Whoever dies is but an ant!”
All the Golden Core Demon Cultivators seemed to have lost their minds, falling into an endless, unfathomable madness of self-murder…
Demonic Qi swept across the land, blood spattered everywhere.
The sunset at the horizon seemed to be dyed red by blood.
The flesh contended with Evil Techniques.
Blood Qi solidified into blades, Monster Qi turned into swords.
The Demon treasures flew: skulls, blood banners, ghost blades, nether swords, soul-coffins, corpse-suppressing towers… each displaying the divine powers of the Demon Path.
In their quest to become a “Taoist”, the Demon Cultivators seemed to unleash their most primal “Demon Thoughts”, filled with immense malice, resenting and despising each other, hurling insults and rebukes…
Even biting and tearing at each other, refusing to cease until death…
They fought fiercely, screamed at the top of their lungs, and laughed hideously.
The whole of Dali Mountain looked like a living demon prison…
The Blood Refining Old Demon, being far away and still in possession of his sanity, was shocked by the scene before him, and despite his extensive experience, he trembled with fear and disbelief:
“Taoist Heart… Planting Devil?”
The Saint Heir also had an expression of terror.
“Taoist Heart Planting Devil…”
“Is this… Taoist Heart Planting Devil?”
No, this wasn’t right.
What he understood about Planting Devil in the Taoist Heart was nothing …
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.
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!”
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.