"I know. Those petty people in the Heavenly Court came up with a plan to target my demon clan. Even if we had a million mouths, we still couldn't clear our name. Since there's no point trying to explain, then let's fight."
"So what if the whole world turned against my demon clan? They still couldn't shake our mighty strength. To be honest, all those Divine Generals of the Heavenly Court, powerful demons, and Western Bodhisattvas combined still wouldn't be a match for me."
"From then on, my demon clan's fearsome reputation spread throughout the Three Realms."
"Finally, at the end of the great war, I came face-to-face with Mahavairocana of the West. We fought for a hundred days straight, yet neither of us could gain the upper hand. After a temporary retreat, I returned to Demon Island, only to find corpses strewn everywhere."
"I'd brought tens of thousands of my people with me, and they'd all been wiped out by monks wielding staffs. The strongest members of the clan had joined me on the campaign, leaving behind only infants and children. I never imagined that monks who went around preaching the preciousness of life could strike with such viciousness. In their eyes, did the lives of my demon clan's people not count?"
"I'd waged war in this world for many years, but I can swear on my life that although my demon clan's soldiers had blood on their hands, they never laid a hand on women, children, or ordinary civilians."
"And I thought they'd honor that same code of honor. But I was wrong. Those sanctimonious Buddhist devotees were each more ruthless than the last."
"Watching helplessly as a half-grown child had his head pierced by a staff, with nothing I could do—do you know how heartbreaking that feeling