Martial Cultivator

The scene outside the city wall, though separated by several hundred miles, could be seen with perfect clarity by everyone. Between heaven and earth over there stood several towering dharma idols.

It was a scene of three people fighting one.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Some of the demon soldiers looked over there as well and were left speechless. They did not know exactly how many demon race powerhouses above Nepenthe there were, but with three appearing all at once and joining forces, in their view, there was probably no one in this world who could withstand them. Even His Majesty would probably be no exception, right?

Thinking this, as they thought about the young martial artist who was destined to die there afterward, they found themselves feeling a measure of respect for him.

Unlike the demon soldiers, the demon generals deeply admired that female demon lord. After lingering here for so many days, it had seemed as though she had no solution. Who could have imagined that she had long since had everything planned out, intending to kill their greatest enemy right here in the very first battle?

It had been hard to say before, but now it was truly the case that once Chen Chao died in the desolate north, the human race would already have lost more than half the war. After that, marching south would be the natural course of events.

By this point, countless people no longer had any doubts about that female Demon Lord.

But as for Demon Lord Redsleeve, she did not care in the slightest how others viewed her. After all, even if she failed to breach the Northern Frontier Great Wall, she still possessed the entire Southern Frontier. As for whether the human race would march north, she felt that was probably not going to happen.

Just as Demon Lord Redsleeve was resting her chin on one hand and watching Chen Chao fight the three Fuyun great demons in the distance, a figure appeared beside her carriage.

A man in a black robe appeared there. After glancing into the distance, he turned his gaze back to Demon Lord Redsleeve.

"Jing Zhu."

Demon Lord Redsleeve called out his name.

The High Priest of the demon race nodded and got straight to the point. "How long will it take to breach the city wall?"

This time, battles were taking place all along the Northern Frontier frontline of the Great Liang Dynasty, and the demon race was also fighting with all its strength. Breaching the city wall was probably not an unimaginable prospect.

Demon Lord Redsleeve glanced at the High Priest and shook her head. "This siege won't breach the city wall."

The High Priest looked at Demon Lord Redsleeve in confusion.

Demon Lord Redsleeve shook her head. "Although the individual combat strength of the human soldiers is inferior to that of our soldiers, their spirit and morale far surpass ours. So if the fighting drags on, our soldiers will become restless, and as time goes on, the natural result is that they become more and more tenacious, while we lose more and more morale."

"So whenever fighting the human race, it must be decided quickly. Once the battle drags on, it becomes incomparably troublesome." "The best way to fight, in fact, is still in the open field, with both sides' cavalry charging head-on. After several field battles, the human race's elite cavalry would certainly suffer heavy losses, and by then the outcome would be decided."

It was only because the one asking was the High Priest that Demon Lord Redsleeve explained things in such detail. Had it been anyone else, she certainly would not have.

"Then what about now?"

The High Priest looked somewhat troubled. In the eyes of others, his position was one of boundless glory, but what it was really like, only he himself knew how difficult it truly was.

There was a saying among the human race: Knock out your teeth, then swallow them into your stomach.

Demon Lord Redsleeve said, "Attrition."

Demon Lord Redsleeve said calmly, "There is no other way. They're relying on the height of the city walls, so they'll stay hidden inside. I can only wear them down. As for breaking their will, if that young martial artist dies here today, then we've already succeeded halfway. But I think that's very difficult."

The High Priest frowned, "Why?"

In his view, since three Fuyun great demons had been invited here by His Majesty, though it might not exactly have been a request, but since they could appear here, however they had come did not matter.

Since it was three people surrounding and trying to kill one, no matter how one looked at it, the chances of success would be very high.

"Some people are different. That royal nephew of mine, and that previous monarch of the human race, and this young martial artist before us are all such people. On the path of cultivation, they have never been the same as everyone else."

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's hard to explain something like this. It might be Heaven's favor, it might be something else, but it's very rare. In any era, there are only a handful of such people."

Although she had not stepped foot into that realm, thinking of the things that had happened before, she likewise did not believe that after reaching this realm, Chen Chao would be any weaker than the others.

"He's very difficult to kill, but killing him brings endless benefits. In the current human race, he's like that backbone. Once he dies, the human race will collapse immediately."

"But can he really be killed?"

Demon Lord Redsleeve shook her head. No matter what anyone said, she still did not believe such a thing would happen.

At least, she did not believe it now.

To kill that young martial artist, her royal nephew would have to take action himself.

Otherwise, there was almost no possibility.

Demon Lord Redsleeve said softly, "Jing Zhu, you also have to understand that the era has already changed. The human race before us is completely different from before."

"We can no longer simply defeat them so easily, make them fear us, and submit."

There was a peculiar emotion in Demon Lord Redsleeve's eyes. "Had I known, more than two hundred years ago I shouldn't have watched them build this Great Wall, but where in this world are there so many chances to have known beforehand?"

The High Priest did not understand warfare all that well, but he understood other things well enough. After hearing all this, he also understood a truth that was actually quite simple, but one he had previously been unwilling to believe.

Thus the High Priest fell silent, unable to say anything.

"Jing Zhu, if you truly want fewer of them to die, then go and have him take action personally."

Demon Lord Redsleeve said calmly, "In war, if the one who fights best doesn't step forward to fight, then don't blame there being so many dead. But he has never cared how many die. I imagine that even if you went to find him, you still wouldn't get what you wanted.""

The High Priest smiled bitterly. "There has never been any talk of a subject being able to make his ruler do anything. What happened before was already going too far, so let's not go too far again."

Demon Lord Redsleeve merely smiled in response.

In the south and the north, each had its own ruler, and both rulers were existences rarely seen in the world. Their cultivation realms were about the same.

But in other respects, they were vastly different.

Did they regard the people under their rule as their people?

That alone was a difference as vast as heaven and earth.

The High Priest suddenly said, "His Majesty is still here, but that Majesty is no longer here. That is the difference."

As the highest-ranking subject in the Demon Domain, there were naturally many reasons why he had reached his current position.

One of the greatest reasons was that he was absolutely loyal to the Demon Emperor.

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled and retorted, "He was simply replaced by a younger one, and there will even be younger ones after him."