The name Fire Cloud Evil God was not forbidden to mention, nor was mentioning it the sort of thing that would bring disaster—it was simply a name he did not want many people mentioning.
He had debuted at sixteen, entered the Dao through martial arts at twenty-six, and then roamed the world. He had climbed Mount Kunlun, entered Fengdu Ghost City, dragged the Celestial Master of Mount Longhu down from his altar, and even smashed the tortoiseshell of the previous Black Tortoise Clan patriarch.
Fire Cloud Evil God's glorious achievements had practically been built upon the humiliation of countless great figures from the Daoist and demonic worlds... Even today, many of those great figures who had been thoroughly beaten by Fire Cloud Evil God still grew sorrowful whenever they recounted the past.
Only then did everyone react. The mysterious man wearing a black balaclava, who looked like a member of the Flying Tigers from a Hong Kong movie, was actually that person stationed by the Administration Bureau in the imperial palace of the capital—the weakest team member? No, he was clearly the strongest!
No one knew what the origins were of the other "Flying Tiger" wearing a balaclava.
Unexpectedly—
"What Fire Cloud Evil God? Why have I never heard of him?" the mysterious man in the black balaclava said calmly. "Those who know me only call me Old Bastard! Come, come, you're pretty impressive too. I'll fight you. If I lose, remember that it was Old Bastard who lost to you!"
Damn! What happened to the peerless powerhouse who had crushed the entire Daoist and demonic worlds of the Divine Land? Did he have no shame at all? At that moment, nearly all the few Daoist and demonic cultivators in the group had the same thought.
The other Administration Bureau