Fighting for a Spot
"Friends of the human race, they say that all who come from afar are guests. So although this Sword Pool relic has been passed down through the ages by our Demon Race, since you've come, we can't be ungenerous. Tian Pengzi and I discussed it and decided to give up ten spots for you. What do you think?"
At that moment, no one knew how the two demons had reached their agreement, but Mo Linzi smiled as he spoke.
Hearing Mo Linzi's words, the human cultivators, who had just been united in outrage against their common foe, erupted into a commotion.
The Demon Race had taken the initiative to offer ten spots, but hadn't said who would get them. With so many people here, their attitude was obvious: if you wanted a spot, fight among yourselves for it.
And it had to be said: although the Demon Race's scheme wasn't particularly clever, it was undeniably effective.
They first undermined the humans at every turn, showing their contempt, then displayed enough sincerity by offering ten spots to keep the two sides from breaking into large-scale conflict.
As expected of powerful figures from the Ten Great Imperial Clans of the Demon Race. Their scheming, wisdom, and grasp of the moment were every bit as good as the human race's.
At that moment, the human cultivators fell into disarray.
"Big Brother Bi Fan, those two bastards have thrown us a nasty curveball. What do we do now?"
Seeing that the humans couldn't even keep themselves from falling into disarray with an enemy right before them, Jin Shanshan was furious at their lack of backbone, but there was nothing he could do.
"What do we do? Of course we fight. You stay hidden for now. If you want to kill