"Negotiate?" Qinghu sneered coldly. "We see absolutely no need for negotiation!"
"Asuras and Cultivators are natural enemies. No matter how prettily you put it, it's useless."
She had learned this from Yi He and Jiao Daoren. Both of them had held this same attitude whenever Asuras were mentioned.
The Eight-Armed Asura had not expected to persuade her either—it knew perfectly well how troublesome Cultivators could be.
To put it bluntly, it had merely come as a representative of its race to deliver a message.
It made no further attempt to persuade her. Since things had come to this, they could only settle it with their fists.
However, it had one more question. "May I ask, why have you come directly here?"
"First, this is the Human Race's world. You are invaders and have no right to ask," Qinghu declared solemnly, setting the tone.
"Second, I'm not afraid to tell you plainly: we are going to your Asura World!"
Normally, she was someone who kept a low profile and had a rather mild temperament.
But deep down, she was used to acting openly and aboveboard, speaking and conducting herself with clarity.
Otherwise, after reaching the pinnacle back then, why would she have willingly allowed the military to place her under house arrest? "Going to the Asura World?" The Eight-Armed Asura let out a cold laugh. Wasn't that far too arrogant? In truth, beyond its anger, it also felt a trace of helplessness—this was the news its race least wanted to hear! No matter how many people the opposing team actually had, Cultivators armed with Tech-Side weapons were undeniably formidable.
Especially in the battle not long ago, a combat formation formed by seven Mother Nests had been wiped out with ease.
If this group truly entered the Asura World, they would definitely