Chapter 684: 554 Start Killing_3

Chapter 684: Chapter 554 Start Killing_3

Mo Hua was quite displeased to hear that.

After Poison Venerable spoke, he suddenly seemed to recall something, with an insinuating tone, said:

“It is said that this person also has a senior brother, who not only broke with him but also betrayed their Sect, surrendered to the Demon Path, and was even titled as, ‘Taoist’ by our Demon Sect…”

“Becoming the only ‘Demon Cultivator’ in our Demon Sect, who was titled ‘Taoist’ without reaching Heaven Void!”

Poison Venerable’s cold gaze swept towards his subordinates, landing on Gui Tao’s people.

This look was filled with disdain.

Everyone’s gaze, following Poison Venerable’s, turned to Gui Tao’s people, and onto the small figure of Mo Hua behind them.

Watched by four Feather Transformation ancestors and a host of Golden Core Demon Cultivators, eyes brimming with predation.

The pressure was too great for Mo Hua, who couldn’t help but hide a bit more behind his “Uncle.”

Gui Tao’s people, with pupils dark as pitch and an indifferent demeanor, acted as if no one else was present.

The four Feather Transformation beings’ gazes were icy cold.

The Taoist title contained the character “Dao” and was, apart from the ruler beneath the Demon Ancestor and outside the Demon Monarch, the most supreme and transcendent title in the Demon Sect.

Ordinary Demon Cultivators only knew of it but did not understand why.

They couldn’t comprehend the weight behind the two characters “Taoist.”

But these four, having reached the Feather Transformation Realm, were all too clear.

These two characters were something they could aspire to but never attain.

Yet now, a mere Righteous Dao cultivator, one who betrayed his Sect, forgot his roots, deviated to the Demon Path halfway, and whose realm was barely at the Feather Transformation stage, could be titled “Gui Tao’s person?!”

They had long harbored dissatisfaction in their hearts.

Black Arhat scoffed, “So it seems that person was at least once your junior brother. Do you truly, not spare a little sentiment?”

Madam Miao covered her mouth, giggling, “So ruthless, no wonder the Righteous Dao couldn’t bear you and you had to become a Demon Head.”

Her eyes shifted slightly and spotted Mo Hua hiding behind Gui Tao’s people. Her eyes brightened, and she quietly praised in her heart:

“This youngster does look quite handsome”

“Most importantly, his eyes are clear and his demeanor is gentle, a raw jade, not even trained in Demon Skills and untainted by the slightest filth. Raising him by my side until he’s older and then Replenishing from him would surely be a unique delight…”

Madam Miao’s heart stirred with desire, but her expression remained cold as she scornfully said:

“This is the ‘Ten Thousand Demons Gathering.’ Those present are either Demon Ancestors or great Demon Cultivators who strike fear in all directions. Although you hold the title ‘Taoist,’ bringing with you such a little cultivator, untrained in Demon Skills, to attend this Ten Thousand Demons Gathering, don’t you think you’re taking us too lightly?”

Gui Tao’s person remained stiffly seated, not uttering a word.

Even Xuan Sanren now frowned and sneered, “Just a Demon Seed avatar, but quite pompous…”

If Gui Tao himself were present, Xuan Sanren might have shown some respect.

He might have even treated him as a distinguished guest, sitting side by side with the Feather Transformation Demon Ancestors at the Bone Throne, above all others in the Demon Sect.

But now, he was just a puppet parasitized by a Demon Seed!

And still so dismissive?

Gui Tao’s person’s gaze remained empty, devoid of any emotion.

Mo Hua wanted to speak for him, “Uncle means he doesn’t want to bother with you…”

But he felt it was inappropriate to speak out of turn in such a situation, so he silently swallowed his words.

The atmosphere at the scene became somewhat tense.

Just when Mo Hua was worried about whether they would actually make a move against “Uncle,” the elder Poison Venerable with greenish lips stepped in to smooth things over:

“Enough. Since we’ve joined the Demon Gate, we’re all part of the same alliance…”

“Our current enemy is the Taoist Court, our goal is that Mr. Zhuang; it’s not suitable to fall out at this time…”

The atmosphere in the hall finally eased slightly.

Mo Hua secretly curled his lip.

This old man must be a crafty fox.

He was the one who started the provocation, and he also became the peacemaker in the end.

Being elderly and of high status, Poison Venerable’s words seemed to carry weight. The surrounding Demon Cultivators withdrew their attention from Gui Tao’s people.

Yet the mood remained somewhat delicate.

Black Arhat’s eyes bore ill intent towards Gui Tao’s people, Xuan Sanren looked displeased, and although Madam Miao wasn’t looking at Gui Tao’s people, her gaze lingered on Mo Hua—with greed and pity intermingling, her mind evidently scheming…

With everything that needed to be said already spoken and the plans arranged,

Poison Venerable said:

“This Ten Thousand Demons Gathering is hereby concluded. I hope everyone will work together with one heart, loyal to the Demon Ancestor, faithful to our Demon Monarch, for the prosperity of our Demon Path, to strive until the end!”

“For the prosperity of our Demon Path!”

“To strive until the end!”

The Demon Cultivators present shouted in unison, and then they all stood up to pay their respects.

Their salute was strange, seemingly forming a spell of the Demon Path with their hands, the meaning of which was unclear.

Mo Hua neither could learn it nor bothered to.

Having saluted, the crowd prepared to disperse.

But just as someone approached the door, their expression changed. Gradually more and more Golden Core Demon Cultivators showed signs of shock and began whispering.

Poison Venerable frowned, “What’s the matter?”

Xuan Sanren released his Divine Sense to investigate for a moment, then looked startled. “The Ten Thousand Demons Hall has been sealed by a Formation?!”

A Formation sealing the exit? Are we trapped?

The Demon Cultivators in attendance all changed color.

At that moment, a Monster cultivator went mad all of a sudden, unsheathing his blade to split a Demon Cultivator elder beside him in two, then, beyond all reason, started to slash with bloodthirsty ferocity…

An unexpected change occurred, sending the assembly into an uproar, not knowing what had happened.

The four Feather Transformation Demon Ancestors looked at each other, then after a moment as if coming to a realization, frowned and turned their gaze towards Gui Tao’s person.

Gui Tao’s person still sat rigidly.

But his pupils were pitch black!

Standing behind him, Mo Hua couldn’t help but open his mouth in disbelief:

“Planting Devil in Taoist Heart…”

“Is Uncle… starting a massacre behind closed doors?”