AWB Chapter 152 If She Is a Demon, What Can Buddha Do To Me?
Chapter 152 If She Is a Demon, What Can Buddha Do To Me?
Within a few days, a piece of news spread throughout the cultivation world.
The demon race will wage war against the three races. Those who surrender will not be killed. Each race and sect that pays 70% of its spirit stones will be considered under the demon race's command and will be protected.
The cultivation world is inherently a dog-eat-dog world, where powerful cultivators exploit those at the bottom and kill each other at the slightest disagreement. There is never true fairness. Since it is unfair anyway, what's wrong with causing chaos and upheaval?
Thousands of years later, whether she ascends to the spirit world or the system takes her away from this plane, who cares about the raging flood behind her?
One thought can make you a Buddha, another a demon; she would become that lawless demon.
Since Heaven has allowed the existence of arrogant male protagonists, and they will still dominate the cultivation world later on, what difference does it make who wields this butcher's knife?
This news shocked the entire cultivation world. Everyone knew that the Demon Lord was the number one person in the cultivation world, but she was just one person after all. What kind of capital did she have that made her dare to speak so boldly about the entire cultivation world?
Haha, it's not really surprising that Qingmo is a little arrogant. In the last cultivation world, she was a Tribulation Transcending Ancestor, while the highest level in this cultivation world is only Nascent Soul. She's just a little Kalami.
Putting aside her strength, just look at the magical artifacts, talismans, and formations in her hands—which one could a Nascent Soul cultivator withstand?
She doesn't want much, just a little bit of spirit stones.
Qingmo spoke lightly, but seventy percent of the spirit stones—what did that mean? How was that any different from taking their lives?
Cultivators practice, draw talismans, and create formations—which of these doesn't require spirit stones? Rather than saying she gave them a choice, it's more accurate to say that from beginning to end, they had no choice but to fight to the death.
Neither the human nor the demon race would compromise. Both races believed that their strength was not much weaker than that of the demon race. No matter how strong the Demon Lord was, she was still just one person.
Little did they know that the foundation of the upper levels is often the key to the construction of the lower levels, and she alone was enough.
Thus, the human race and the demon race united to fight against the demon race. When the two armies faced each other, Qingmo stood in front of the demon race's formation, her expression calm.
The allied forces of humans and demons, along with the patriarchs of various sects and clans, also wore complex expressions. They didn't know what trump cards this young demon lord had that dared to challenge the entire cultivation world.
She was dressed in a black robe, her vehicle hovering in mid-air. Her gaze swept casually over the powerful figures, a slight smile playing on her lips.
He exuded a sinister yet flamboyant aura.
Mo Wentian, the strongest human, spoke up: "Demon Lord, are you determined to start a war with our two races today? I admit you are indeed powerful, but even if our two races join forces, the Demon Race cannot withstand them. Is the Demon Lord going to fight to the death today?"
Qingmo chuckled lightly: "Heh, the fish will die, but the net won't break. Mo Wentian, I don't intend to exterminate you. As long as you acknowledge the Demon Clan's dominance and hand over 60% of the spirit stones, and from now on offer 50% of the spirit stones to the Demon Clan every year, my Demon Clan will immediately withdraw its troops."
Before Mo Wentian could speak, the demon patriarch Feng Zisang roared in fury, "You brat, don't be so arrogant! My demon race will never submit! I have lived for over a thousand years, do you think I'm afraid of a little girl like you? Even when your old demon lord was alive, he didn't dare to be so arrogant."
Qingmo wasn't angry; she simply said calmly, "Old madman, a new emperor brings a new court. Now I am the king of the demon race. If I say I'll slaughter your demon race, then I will slaughter your demon race. We can have a grand feast of demon flesh then, hahaha..."
Feng Zisang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck thickened, his beard trembled, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph, little girl, aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue? Today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the old demon lord."
This old monster is also a scoundrel. Knowing he couldn't beat Qingmo, he launched a sneak attack first.
Seeing that Mo hadn't moved, he was secretly pleased, thinking he had an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
However, when he struck Qingmo with his palm, she showed no signs of injury, leaving Feng Zisang's old face filled with astonishment.
"A defensive magic treasure?" Feng Zisang was thrown back by his own force, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. The cultivators below also suffered, with something inexplicably appearing on their faces.
Qingmo curled the corners of her lips, stretched out her hand, and the Heartless Sword appeared out of thin air in her hand.
“Old madman, now that you’ve made your move, it’s my turn.”
With a flash, Qingmo killed Feng Zisang with a single sword strike. The corpse fell to the ground and split into two snake-like sections.
"It's a pity, I don't like snake soup."
Despite saying that, Qingmo still raised her hand and put the corpse into her storage ring.
Looking up at the crowd, he saw an endless line of demons, their eyes filled with greed.
She had no interest in humans, but as for demons, well, they were treasures from head to toe. Even their most useless bodies were incredibly delicious and tempting.
"Kill them." These three words seemed devoid of emotion; Qingmo's voice, carrying an oppressive aura, resounded throughout the three clans.
Behind them, the demon soldiers erupted in deafening cheers.
"Kill Kill Kill"
"Kill Kill Kill"
"Kill Kill Kill"
Before she could speak again, countless demon soldiers rushed forward from behind, and the powerful figures from both races joined forces to attack Qingmo.
The battle between the two sides went into a fierce stage as soon as it started, with the cultivators' spells and weapons flying everywhere. Qingmo was not in a hurry to end the battle.
She wants to take away most of the spirit stones in the cultivation world, which will inevitably lead to a shortage of spirit stones and a situation where supply cannot meet demand. The cultivation world will definitely be in chaos and may not be able to recover for a long time. What should we do then?
Death is the best solution. As long as the problem is solved at its source, then nothing else matters. This includes not only humans and demons, but also monsters.
The two sides fought fiercely, with the demons gradually losing ground. After all, it was normal for the demons to be unable to defeat the two races working together.
She is the Demon Lord, but that doesn't mean she likes demons; she is quite satisfied with this outcome.
War is never a single, decisive battle unless it is an overwhelming victory; it is a protracted war.
All three sides are constantly sending troops from the rear to the front lines. As people die, others are sent to fill their places.
Qingmo fought fairly well, and although she was surrounded and attacked, she did not fall behind, but she did not gain much advantage either. However, in every battle, she would kill an old ancestor.
During halftime, Qingmo scanned every part of the battlefield with her divine sense, finding rivers of blood and piles of corpses everywhere.
She didn't know exactly how many people would die, but all three races would certainly suffer more than half their casualties.
When the number of casualties reaches a certain level, the world will be at peace for a long time to come, which is the result she wants.
Without a base, how can there be consumption?
Then they naturally wouldn't need so many spirit stones, so it's reasonable for her to take them, right?
The three races suffered heavy casualties and will surely need to recuperate, so they will no longer be fighting and killing each other. How wonderful!
Slaughter all the high-ranking cultivators again, hehe…
Children, the future world belongs to her, and it will eventually belong to you. She killed all the old monsters, and she will eventually leave. So, won't the cultivation world still belong to the young people?
No need to thank me. She only loves money. A gentleman loves money but acquires it in a proper way. She is a petty person, and moreover, she is a woman.