Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 520 - 257: A Deadly Situation? Have You Asked the Sanqing Saint Heir? (9000 words)_3

Chapter 520: Chapter 257: A Deadly Situation? Have You Asked the Sanqing Saint Heir? (9000 words)_3

However, what they didn’t know was that the Foreign Demons on the other side were even more panicked. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"What should we do? They’re forcing us to go to our deaths!"

"They oppress us like this, and we’re still expected to serve them? It’s intolerable!"

"Then what else can we do? Defect to the Human Race?"

The Foreign Demons were rattled, looking around helplessly on the battlefield. They were surrounded by either the Human Race or the Pureblood Demon Race.

One side was a natural adversary, but there was no substantial hatred between them. The other, seemingly of the same race, was in fact the very existence that bullied them and made their lives an endless torment.

This was especially true for the Foreign Demons on the battlefield. When they saw the same Pureblood masters who had once oppressed them now being beaten down by the scions of the Human Race, they felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

"What are you standing there dazed for? Get over here and help!"

In the distance, an angry roar came from a Pureblood three-headed demon. It was locked in combat with a scion of the Human Race and was on the losing end. It was being terribly subdued, with one and a half of its three heads already hacked off.

After waiting so long for reinforcements, it was infuriated to see that pack of Foreign Demons wandering around as if they were shopping, completely oblivious and with no intention of coming over to help.

"I’m coming!"

A Werewolf-shaped Foreign Demon charged forward, its eyes blood-red and its body surging with Demonic Light. Its claws, sharp as blades and glinting with a cold light, lashed out across the sky.

In an instant, they pierced the three-headed demon’s waist.

"Uh... you!"

The three-headed demon shuddered as its Demonic Element scattered. Its face was a picture of disbelief as it stared at the Werewolf, a mixture of astonishment and rage.

The opposing scion of the Human Race seized the opportunity, swinging his axe down fiercely and cleaving the three-headed demon in two.

"What rotten racial righteousness! When you were oppressing us, did you ever consider us kin?" The Werewolf looked down at the three-headed demon, its eyes full of hatred. It had a long-standing grudge, as its entire family had been killed by this very demon. To encounter its foe on the battlefield... It’s as if the Pope himself blessed me with the chance for vengeance!

The scion of the Human Race glanced at the Werewolf in surprise, not understanding why it would attack one of its own. As he hesitated on whether to take action, the Werewolf had already taken off running.

"ROAR!"

"The Pope did not die in vain! All these Pureblood heretics must pay the price!"

"What bullshit racial righteousness! I don’t have such noble sentiments! All of you can just die!"

"If there’s no dignity for us in this Demon Realm, why should we sell our lives for it? We’re better off killing more Purebloods to comfort the Pope’s spirit in heaven!"

"KILL!"

The Foreign Demons had come to a realization. Even if they won and the Demon Realm took over this world, basking in glory, so what? They would still live humbly, barely scraping by without any dignity, not even considered true demons by the Pure-blooded Creatures. A life like that was worse than death! Having seen the light, they were determined not to endure the darkness anymore.

They struck out one after another, ignoring the Human Race and specifically targeting the Pure-blooded Creatures. They held nothing back, giving no thought to their own escape, fully resolved to trade their lives for the lives of their enemies.

"Ugh... damn it! You lowly Foreign Demons, how dare you betray us!"

"We should have killed you all long ago!"

"You dogs! Daring to conspire against me! I will grind you to dust!"

An unexpected twist occurred on the battlefield. A significant portion of the numerous Foreign Demons had started attacking their own kin from the Demon Race.

This scene shocked all the Human Race Cultivators. Internal strife on the battlefield, of all places! The Demon Race was known for its fratricide, where the strong prevailed, but they had never witnessed it on such an unbelievable scale.

"What’s going on?"

Outside Demon Sea Island, atop Zhenmo City, the watching powerhouses of the Human Race were taken aback. None had seen such a thing before; it was completely new to them.

"This is strange, far too strange! Although the various Demon Race clans often fight amongst themselves, it only ever happens between those of the same tier. Pureblood clans wage war against each other, the True Demon Ancient Clans are rivals, and the Ancient Sky Demon Countries can’t stand one another... but never before have Foreign Demons dared to lay a hand on the Purebloods!" An Earth Immortal elder, his body shimmering with radiant immortal light, felt ripples disturb his usually tranquil state of mind.

The Demon Race was a race that valued bloodline above all else.

For Foreign Demons to attack Purebloods was a fantastical tale. If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it absolutely unbelievable.

And it wasn’t an isolated case, but a massive number of them! Tens of thousands of Foreign Demons were doing the same, completely disregarding the Human Race and viciously attacking the Pureblood Demon Race.

"What exactly did you do?"

Zhuo Canglang’s expression was peculiar as he looked at Wang Xiu, his curiosity piqued.

The gazes of the others also fell upon him. They began chattering eagerly, desperate to know the truth. They knew such an abnormal event wouldn’t happen without reason. It had to be the handiwork of the Sanqing Saint Heir, who had snuck into Demon Sea Island a few days prior.

"It was nothing much. I just taught them some principles," Wang Xiu’s avatar replied with a vague smile.

Unwilling to let it go, Zhuo Canglang pressed, "What principles?"

"Yes, tell us too!" the crowd of powerhouses chimed in.

"It’s quite simple. Something along the lines of ’all demons are created equal’ and that there shouldn’t be class divisions..." Wang Xiu coughed lightly and said softly.

Everyone was stunned into silence.

He’s being far too humble!

This was the Demon Race, the race with the most rigid class consciousness! Their hierarchy was clearly defined, with unbreakable barriers between each class that had stood for eons!

They could hardly imagine what the reaction would be if a human suddenly appeared and told the demons that they were all equal. The outcome would either be getting beaten to death, or getting beaten to death!

Yet now, Wang Xiu had actually succeeded. He had turned countless Foreign Demons to his side. It was simply unbelievable.