Peerless Taoist

He walked out of the cave, and between his fingers, Fu Lu burned, turning into a wisp of black smoke that rose into the air.    

After a moment, several figures landed in front of the middle-aged man, and said with a bow, "Master."    

Someone put on a white fox fur coat for the middle-aged man. Surrounded by the crowd, the middle-aged man's identity immediately became noble.    

He was the Floating Snow Sect's Master, Lu Tiangang.    

At that time, the Giant Shark Sect was isolated and helpless, and had requested help from the various sects.    

This matter was originally only handled by disciples, but a few days ago, Lu Tiangang's disciple was killed by Demonic Cultivator.    

Lu Tiangang was infuriated. He had personally found this place and killed countless Demonic Cultivator, but he had never thought that he would encounter an ambush. He was trapped on the altar by his soul, and was almost possessed.    

"The uniform of the inner sect disciples of Taiyi Dao Sect. I never thought that there would be such a powerful expert hiding in their sect." Lu Tiangang murmured as he looked in the direction where Lu Yu had gone.    

After that, his eyes swept across the forest and said coldly, "Send someone to kill all of Demonic Cultivator here!"    

"Yes."    

...    

On the other side of the forest.    

Song Zhuxiu and the other disciples had been waiting for a long time, but they still hadn't seen Demonic Cultivator.    

Song Zhuxiu looked at one of the disciples impatiently. "Is your information correct? Why hasn't Demonic Cultivator come yet?"    

The disciple was shocked. He quickly replied, "Senior Brother, I have made some inquiries. Those Demonic Cultivator would appear here every night."    

"Humph! If you can't catch Demonic Cultivator tonight, just wait for your punishment!" Song Zhuxiu said coldly.    

The disciple's face turned pale, and he was at a loss for what to do.    

It was at this moment that hurried footsteps came from outside the concealment array.    

Song Zhuxiu's eyes lit up. "Very good. Since this group of Demonic Cultivator has delivered himself to our doorstep, we'll make sure that they won't return this time."    

Just as he was about to rush forward, a miserable cry suddenly came from behind them.    

No one knew when, but Demonic Cultivator had already circled behind a few disciples. With a slash of his blade, someone's head was chopped off.    

Everyone quickly dispersed, but they did not expect Demonic Cultivator to surround them from all directions. Instead, they became turtles in a jar.    

A one-eyed Demonic Cultivator looked up and down at the girls of Hidden Xiufeng Peak, and licked his lips as he said, "There's still a little beauty here? Hehe, they are mine, don't fight with me for them."    

Song Zhuxiu found it unbelievable. "We have a formation to hide. How did you find us?"    

They were clearly inside the concealing formation. The other party should have no reason to discover them.    

One-eyed Demonic Cultivator curled his lips. "What kind of shitty formation is that? I can see through it without using my Dharma Eyes."    

This formation was created by Song Zhuxiu's Master. He had always been proud of it.    

If it wasn't for the fact that the reward for this mission was extremely generous, he wouldn't have taken out this formation.    

At this moment, Song Zhuxiu's formation was being criticized by others. He couldn't help but fly into a rage out of humiliation. "Bastard! Leave your life here today!"    

He held a long sword in his hand and pointed the tip of the sword. Countless sword qi was instantly unleashed, covering the sky and earth as it pierced towards Demonic Cultivator.    

The one-eyed Demonic Cultivator seemed to be tall and sturdy, but he didn't expect his movements to be so agile. He easily dodged all the sword energies.    

"You scoundrel, do you dare to fight me face to face?" Song Zhuxiu's fighting spirit was high, and the long sword in his hand couldn't help but emit sword qi once again.    

"Senior Brother, kill him!"    

Seeing that Song Zhuxiu's side had the upper hand, the disciples of the Heaven's Sword Peak couldn't help but feel their morale rise.    

However, right at this moment, Demonic Cultivator suddenly let out a cold snort, and a trace of ridicule flashed across his eyes. "Is that all you have?"