Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel-Chapter 692 - 388: So This Is What the Demon Race Is Like... (Part 2)
"Absolutely not!"
He slammed his hand down on the intricately carved bluestone table bought from the Four Seasons Sect, which had cost him a full twenty thousand Spirit Stones. With that, the stylish table shattered instantly.
His gaze, as sinister as a venomous snake, swept over everyone present as he shouted angrily:
"If anyone dares to surrender, I’ll kill their entire family, dig up their ancestors’ graves, and grind their bones to make tea!"
Everyone: "???"
We haven’t even said anything yet. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
And you’re already losing it.
We all knew you were in cahoots with the Demon Emperor, even hanging around their neck in winter to keep warm. Do you have to freak out now?
Most of the Demon Race didn’t dare to challenge him like that.
After all, this guy was the knife of that old fellow above, so his words might have been pre-agreed upon behind the scenes.
But there were still some who wouldn’t put up with them.
For instance.
A brawny man, as sturdy as a tower, suddenly stood up. His voice roared like thunder, shattering several of the ice porcelain tea cups that each cost thirty thousand Spirit Stones.
"Who do you think you are?"
"The Celestial Vein Sword Mountain people will arrive soon. If you think you’re capable, why not try to stop them?"
"They’ve always been in harmony with us, so what exactly happened today to make them move out in full force, not to mention Daoist Xiaji of the Four Seasons Sect leading them?"
These words immediately garnered a lot of agreement.
"Yeah, shouldn’t we know where this is all coming from?"
"You’re reacting so strongly, is there something going on?"
"Ha, truly an old snake in the gutter, destined to never make it to the surface!"
Hmm.
Although there were quite a few who took this opportunity to throw in a few criticisms, the scene had already descended into chaos, and evidently, no one cared anymore.
After all, those who dared to curse weren’t afraid of being singled out.
Just as the scene became as lively as a mortal marketplace.
Sitting at the head of the table.
The Demon Emperor from the Blue-eyed White Fox Clan finally spoke.
"Enough."
The tone was calm, even melodious.
Yet in an instant, the clamor was suppressed.
The Demon Emperor glanced over at his "loyal subordinates," who were harboring secret agendas or were eager to pull him down.
With a light chuckle, he said:
"Our Demon Race has a Divinity Transformation being."
"She has also imprisoned the parents of True Man Wei Qingye from the Celestial Vein Sword Mountain and bore three children with his father."
Upon hearing this.
The entire hall fell silent like a desolate wilderness after snowfall.
A chilling sensation quietly swept through, penetrating the heart and lungs, circulating through the meridians, causing all the Demon Races to lose their color.
What???
A Divinity Transformation being?
And she even imprisoned someone’s parents, forcing the father to have children with her?
Of course, this wasn’t some insurmountable issue of ethics and morality for the Demon Race; it was even considered insignificant. Marrying among Demons was quite normal.
When tracing family trees, your grandmother might suddenly become your aunt.
But the problem was.
This involved the Human Race.
Moreover, a Sword Cultivator.
And it was concealed with a Divinity Transformation!
The Demons finally understood why Celestial Vein Sword Mountain acted this way.
Let alone them, even within the Demon Race, if they found out their subordinate was secretly hiding things with the intent to rebel, it would be punished without mercy. Even mortals knew this little fact; how could they not?
"So..."
The brawny man spoke again: "Demon Emperor, are you planning to engage in a battle with Celestial Vein Sword Mountain? Forgive my bluntness, but if Sword Mountain wished to crush a Divinity Transformation, it wouldn’t be much harder than crushing an ant.
Forgive me as I seek retreat..."
Before he could finish, his tower-like body began to collapse, dissolving into a pool of pus directly spreading on the ground.
The stench was overwhelming.
This scene made the Demon Race feel as if their throats were constricted.
This was, after all, the Nascent Soul of the Thunder Demon Elephant Clan, reportedly possessing the bloodline of the Mountain and Sea Divine Beast, thick-skinned and good at fighting, even against several Nascent Souls it wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.
Yet now he perished silently.
Was it done by the Divinity Transformation?
"Hehe."
A cold voice came through.
Immediately, a woman in a cyan long dress suddenly appeared at the Demon Emperor’s seat, and the Demon Emperor had already turned into a small blue fox, toyed with in the woman’s hand.
Pinching its mouth, pulling its teeth, and tugging its tail.
It’s simply less free than a pet fox raised by mortals—at least these pet foxes know how to resist; with a bad temper, they bite, while this guy doesn’t even know how to resist, just whimpering sycophantically.
To think a dignified Demon Emperor is of such character.
But this also clearly shows that this woman is indeed a Divinity Transformation of the Demon Race.
The demons dared not delay any longer.
Just about to stand up and bow.
The woman waved her hand: "I know you all have ulterior motives, and I also know some of you probably have already surrendered to the Human Race."
Her gaze swept across the few individuals including the clan leader of the Silver Frost Wolf Race, instantly making them feel as if they fell into an ice cellar, tucking their tails and not daring to speak.
In the Demon Race, strength is respected.
Someone who undergoes Divinity Transformation might not only scold you a bit, but even if they want to skin your wife, son, and parents alive, cook them, you’d still have to prepare the seasoning and light the fire.
You might even need to taste how it is.
Luckily, this demon senior seemed not interested in tasting the flavor, just glanced briefly and withdrew her gaze.
She continued: "I have an artifact, with which we can fight against the sword cultivators of Celestial Vein Sword Mountain.
As long as we can seize the Sword Mountain.
Then I can use this artifact to split apart the Southern Domain, even other sects wouldn’t dare to casually set foot on the territory of the Demon Race.
I only ask you one question.
Who dares to join me, resisting Celestial Vein Sword Mountain, slaughtering the Human Race?"
The demons: "..."
Many closed their eyes.
Thinking something along the lines of maybe I heard wrong, hoping they were mistaken.
Attacking Sword Mountain?
Resisting the Human Race?
No one heard about any mushrooms we produce here can be effective against Divinity Transformation, how could it seem like we’ve been poisoned?
Now the entire hall was as silent as an ice cellar.
They dared not answer.
This matter seemed utterly unreliable.
Only that somber man flattered the woman with a bow:
"My lord!"
"I am willing to fight alongside you, my lord!"
"No, please treat me as part of the Canine Race!"
A trace of intrigue flickered in the woman’s eyes: "Oh? That’s not bad."
She stretched out her slender finger.
Lightly pointed at the man.
The latter’s body instantly began to tremble, eyes rolling back, his Divine Soul vanished in an instant.
Only the body kept changing.
Swelling and deforming.
From originally gloomy and frail to becoming tall and robust.
Emitting a foul and stinking odor, nails growing long, head becoming pointed, after letting out a roar, it directly broke through the Celestial Cyan Jade Wall made with three thousand Spirit Stones and ran out.
"Zombie?"
"You..."
A demon from the Fox Race noticed the clue.
Full of fear.
This is clearly the drought demon technique eradicated five thousand years ago by Celestial Vein Sword Mountain and Kongxiang Temple together, leaving no trace of Taoist technique behind.
It’s known that this Dharma Method defies the operation of the Celestial Dao, disconnects life and death, and even leads to complete "collapse".
"You have some knowledge." The woman chuckled, gently brushing her black-painted nails over the Demon Emperor in her arms.
Then suddenly plunged her nails into the head of the Demon Emperor.
The late-period Nascent Soul Fox Demon of a Demon Emperor trembled and died, the body casually thrown to the ground, experiencing the same fate as the somber man.
Transformed into a zombie solely focused on slaughter.
Directly ran out on all fours.
And then.
The woman stood up.
Beside her appeared a body of an exceptionally delicate, not overtly stunning but incredibly appealing woman...
Remarkably similar to Wei Qingye.
She stroked the body.
Her tone remained calm:
"I don’t need your allegiance, just your bodies, or to be precise, all the bodies of the Demon Race.
The Human Race thinks they can use us as vessels for the heavens’ discontent in the southeast, yet they don’t realize I have ways to tear apart the Heavenly Dome."
"Everyone, please make a contribution to my path..."
"Make a brick contribution!"
As soon as the words fell.
Countless fierce lights darted towards all the demons present.
