Seeing that there was still no response below, a shadow flashed across Sword Immortal Taibai's face, and his voice turned cold. "Friends of the demonic path, do you truly want this Zhang to make a move?"
"Hahaha, Sword Immortal Taibai, your reputation is well deserved. It's just that your false benevolence and sham righteousness have truly broadened our horizons."
An ear-piercing, freakish laugh like clashing metal rang out. Ghostly shadows layered upon one another, black mist surfaced, and a group of strangely dressed cultivators flew up from the ground into midair, facing off from afar against the disciples of the righteous path's three giants.
"Red-Eyed Old Monster!"
Sword Immortal Taibai's expression turned cold. This man was one of the few top experts of the Fierce Ghost Gang, and had likewise entered the late stage of Core Condensation.
Aside from him, Hundred Poisons Boy, Blood Demon Patriarch, and other Core Condensation experts of the demonic path had also come out in force. With a rough count, there were actually as many as five or six of them.
It was not only Sword Immortal Taibai; the disciples of the three giants all had rather ugly expressions. Originally, in You Province, the righteous path alone had dominated all, and within the righteous path, their three sects stood at the head. Naturally, whatever wind they wanted, wind came; whatever rain they wanted, rain fell. They had been incomparably free and unrestrained.
For a thousand years, demonic cultivators had always been suppressed.
The so-called Heavenly Demon City had never been placed in their eyes either. However, as the saying went, when prosperity reached its peak, decline followed. Amid endless songs of praise and eulogies, the righteous path had stopped striving forward. In contrast, the demonic path had slept on brushwood and tasted gall, and many