The sky was dim, the evening glow draped down.
A smear of dusk's afterlight shone on that eerie daoist, giving off a corpse-like, murky yellow.
Mo Hua's breath caught, his heart pounding wildly.
Though he had never seen this daoist before, he was strangely familiar with this aura.
Feng Xi, the great demon of Immortal City, dead and resurrected.
The King of Ten Thousand Corpses of Nanyue City, half a step from becoming a Dao Sin.
And also the pitch-black, deathly still figure that had surfaced in his Sea of Consciousness when he silently recited that daoist title...
All bore an aura exactly the same as this man's.
Mo Hua's heart trembled.
This man was the utterly vicious Demon Sect daoist whom his master would not let him think of, would not let him mention...
Ghost Daoist!!
On the other side, when the gathered Golden Core Demonic Cultivators saw this daoist, their expressions were either grave, doubtful, or disdainful.
Among them, not everyone knew of Ghost Daoist.
But that Blood-Robed Old Devil knew.
He was the Holy Son's servant, in the late Golden Core stage, very senior and widely experienced; even if he had never seen him with his own eyes, he knew the Demon Sect's taboos in great detail.
Ghost Daoist...
The title "daoist" was no small matter. One did not become qualified to be titled "daoist" simply by having high cultivation or heavy killing karma.
All the more so when his title was the word "Ghost."
The Blood-Robed Old Devil's heart grew heavy.
He did not know what Ghost Daoist intended, nor what scheme lay behind his sudden appearance at this precise moment, so he cupped his hands and said:
"Senior..."
Ghost Daoist acted as if he had heard nothing. His steps did not stop; still one deep,