A few days later, a piece of news reached the ears of the Shama tribe.
The Demon Sect Master, righteous and virtuous, could no longer endure the oppression of his compatriots in the Xuanhuang Realm by foreign invaders, and had secretly decided to use his trump card to find an opportunity to slaughter all ten quasi-emperors of the Shama tribe in one fell swoop.
Naturally, this news was not transmitted to the Shama tribe openly and loudly; instead, it was passed to them through special means, by traitorous dogs of the Shama tribe who had betrayed the Xuanhuang Realm.
Only in this way could they be made to believe it. The words of a single traitor might not convince the Shama tribe, but as long as several dead men were cultivated and the message was simultaneously delivered from the three factions of Demon Province, Central Earth Divine Province, and the Western Regions, the Shama tribe would have no choice but to believe it.
The Shama tribesmen who had been attacking both the Western Regions and Central Earth Divine Province simultaneously received this news and ordered the enslaved humans to continue their attacks, while the ten quasi-emperors gathered together to discuss a plan.
"Young Master, could this message have been deliberately released by someone to disrupt our morale?"
"I think the Demon Sect is merely putting on a show of bravado. From what I know, the deeds of demonic cultivators are likely even more cruel toward humanity than our treatment of them. How could they possibly have such righteousness?"
Several of the Shama quasi-emperors found it hard to believe that the Demon Sect would do such a good deed. It didn't fit their reputation.
"That statement is wrong. The people of the Demon Sect are not fools. They naturally know that if other regions fall, they will be next.
Their actions precisely show that they are panicking, and this also confirms that their trump card can only be used once!"
Huangfu Yunteng, who had been quietly following beside Moke, suddenly spoke up. A trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face as he continued: "The Demon Sect's trump card can only be used once, so they will inevitably try to gather all the great lords together in one place and then slaughter them all!"
"As long as the great lords act separately, the Demon Sect will have no chance to strike."
Moke glanced at Huangfu Yunteng with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Well said. So, what do you think we should do about this Demon Sect nuisance?"
The Demon Sect's ultimate killing move was ultimately a hidden danger to the Shama tribe. They couldn't always act separately either. If the Demon Sect caught an opportunity and wiped them all out in one stroke, the losses of this campaign would be maximized.
He absolutely could not allow such a situation to occur.
Huangfu Yunteng looked at the several quasi-emperor powerhouses, steeled his heart, and said: "Great Lord, handling the Demon Sect is very simple. All we need is for someone to expend the Demon Sect's trump card. Without that trump card, the Demon Sect would be no more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered before the great lords."
"And how do you propose we expend the Demon Sect's trump card?" Moke narrowed his eyes, staring at Huangfu Yunteng, his tone turning somewhat cold.
Huangfu Yunteng gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Great Lord, the Demon Sect is allied with the Yao Chi Heavenly Palace and possesses great strength. In my humble opinion, it will require at least two quasi-emperor powerhouses, along with dozens of Saint realm experts, to successfully force the Demon Sect to use their trump card!"
"Are you suggesting that I send great Shama tribesmen to their deaths?" Moke's gaze grew calm, his tone laced with a hint of ice.
Huangfu Yunteng said in fear: "Great Lord, to attack the Demon Sect, we must first expend their trump card. No one but quasi-emperor experts can accomplish this. As for the Saint realm experts, we can send human cultivators. The Shama tribe only needs to sacrifice two quasi-emperor powerhouses..."
"Of course, if the Great Lord does not wish to make such sacrifices, that is also fine. We simply need to bypass the Demon Sect and avoid any situation where the great lords act together."
Upon hearing this, Moke fell silent.
There was no denying it—the Xuanhuang Realm had once been a realm of some standing in the universe. The foundations it had left behind were truly not to be underestimated, especially the inheritances left by top-tier powers. Almost every one of them possessed means of self-preservation.
Either wear down their foundations through time, or have the ten quasi-emperors concentrate their attacks on one spot and break through each one individually.
But time was exactly what they lacked, and having the ten quasi-emperors gathered together meant worrying about a surprise attack from the Demon Sect. This was also why they had previously chosen to attack the Western Regions and Central Earth Divine Province simultaneously—they were afraid the Demon Sect would find an opportunity to wipe them out in one stroke.
The Demon Sect was like a thorn hidden in the darkness, ready to stab them at any moment, and this thorn could easily take their lives.
After carefully thinking it over for an entire day, Moke seemed to have come to a decision. He looked at the quasi-emperor powerhouses of the Shama tribe and said, "What he said makes sense. Unless the Demon Sect is eliminated, they will always be a hidden danger to us."
Even if they lost a few quasi-emperor powerhouses, as long as they could plunder all the resources of the Xuanhuang Realm, their losses would not be too severe.
Moreover, if they could bring back the news that the Xuanhuang Realm possessed the Divine Tree of Passage and find a way to transport it back to the Shama tribe, then all losses would become insignificant. Even losing a hundred more quasi-emperors would be worth it.
The value of the Divine Tree of Passage was enough to ignite a star-domain war.
"Mo Lu, Mo Ye, you two will lead twenty human Saint realm experts and force out the Demon Sect's trump card. The Shama tribe will forever remember your contributions!"
Moke gave the order, sending the two Shama quasi-emperors to their deaths, his expression showing no change at all.
For greater interests, sacrifices were inevitable.
"Young Master, rest assured. We will definitely expend the Demon Sect's trump card!"
Mo Lu and Mo Ye showed little emotional fluctuation upon receiving the order. As one of the elite among foreign races, the Shama tribe possessed not only formidable strength but, more importantly, a strict hierarchy.
In summary, they were more united than humans. For the sake of the Shama tribe's interests, they were willing to die.
Without much hesitation, the two summoned back all the human Saint realm cultivators who had been sent to the Western Regions and Central Earth Divine Province. Among the million enslaved human cultivators, there were a total of twenty Saint realm experts.
To expend the Demon Sect's trump card, Moke directly handed all twenty human Saint realm cultivators over to Mo Lu and Mo Ye.
"Take these two Burning Dao Pills. On this mission, you must expend the Demon Sect's trump card."
Moke took out two crimson pills and handed them to the two.
Burning Dao Pills, as the name suggested, could burn one's own cultivation and the power of their laws, exchanging for a temporary surge in strength. Of course, the price was the complete burning of their laws, a drop in cultivation realm, and damaged foundations.
However, since the two were going off to die anyway, they naturally paid no mind to strength or foundations.
"Young Master, rest assured. We will not fail your trust!"
With their forces assembled, two quasi-emperor powerhouses and twenty Saint realm experts headed straight for Demon Province, their target: The Demon Sect!
"Huangfu Yunteng, I heard that you have a grudge against the Demon Sect?" Moke stared at Huangfu Yunteng and asked.
Huangfu Yunteng nodded repeatedly. "Yes, my Huangfu family shares an irreconcilable hatred with the Demon Sect!"
"Good! Once they have expended the Demon Sect's trump card, I will give you the chance to go to the Demon Sect again and finish them all off. Can you do it?"
"Yes! Your subordinate will definitely annihilate the Demon Sect and help the Great Lord unite the entire Xuanhuang Realm!" Huangfu Yunteng's expression was excited. Being able to take revenge with his own hands—that was wonderful.
He wanted to stand before Mo Tianxiao and slaughter the members of the Demon Sect one by one, making the man know the consequences of opposing the Huangfu family!
Moke cast a satisfied glance at Huangfu Yunteng, then turned his head away, a flicker of disdain passing through his eyes.
The True Dragon Constitution is an absolutely excellent gift. Such a precious physique is worthy only of the Shamra clan.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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