Hearing the voice, the group of loose cultivators paused slightly and looked towards the people in the dust cloud.
A figure in a black robe let out a cold snort, swept his sleeve, and the dust dispersed, revealing the figures of that group of people.
There were only a few of them, wearing different clothes, and their forms varied, but what they all had in common was the murderous look on their faces and the sinister smiles they bore.
"Demonic Path!" the figure in the black robe said coldly, "You're still not dead!"
"Why should we die?" The one leading the other group revealed a wicked smile, "Who in this world says we must die? You from the Righteous Path? But the leader of your path is gone, while we are still alive. In the way of cultivation, whoever lives longer is the one with the real right to cultivate!"
Loose cultivators are not necessarily of the Righteous Path; there are also those who follow the Demonic Path.
