The Hunt

It was clear that the old Daoist—no, Zhū Daoist—hadn't improved his cultivation in the slightest. Even his aura remained unchanged.

Yet that imposing presence of his had truly frightened Di Liuxin.

Memories from ages past came rushing back, as though Di Liuxin had returned to the years when Zhū Daoist's brilliance had dazzled the world.

Zhū Daoist was impossible to read. At this moment, Di Liuxin truly didn't dare move.

Zhū Daoist continued to taunt him. "I'm right here. I'm not hiding, and I wouldn't deign to hide. Do you dare kill me?"

Di Liuxin froze. The more the old Daoist acted this way, the less he dared make a move.

Still, he didn't want Zhū Daoist to see what he was thinking, and couldn't help speaking up.

"The four of us want you dead. Our master has always known. He knows our four halls want to kill you, too."

If their master knew and had never stopped them, what did they have to fear?

"That's why I've always thought you were the stupidest of the four."

The old Daoist suddenly laughed. Looking at Di Liuxin, his contempt was unmistakable.

"If you're not afraid, why haven't the other three made a move? Why leave it to you?"

"You've always been the stupidest one. I could tell back then, when they egged you on to come here and get beaten up time and again."

"I never thought you'd lose your humanity and still fail to grow a brain."

The old Daoist shook his head, his handsome face filled with mockery.

He even addressed the other three Daoist Halls right in front of Di Liuxin.

"What about you? Why not try making a move yourselves?"

A deathly silence fell, as though the old Daoist were talking to thin air.

Only Di Liuxin's