But these prodigies could not even withstand a single move against the people under Li Changsheng. That was the gap—the true gap.
By the time the Qilin Clan reacted, it had already lost no fewer than a hundred prodigies on the battlefield. Every one of those qualified to fight had been a prodigy in whom the entire Qilin Clan took pride.
Yet in just a few short months, they had lost over a hundred such prodigies. Even the Qilin Clan could not bear such attrition.
Ordinary prodigies would only be marching to their deaths, while their true prodigies could not win either. If the older generation's experts went up, they would be walking into death as well.
The great era belonged to the younger generation. When older-generation experts faced these prodigies at the same cultivation level, it was nothing but a one-sided slaughter; they had no power to resist whatsoever.
As for why Buddhism was attacking the Qilin Clan so aggressively, that was easy to explain. Li Changsheng had risen to prominence in the Western Demon Domain, and what he naturally wanted was for the entire Western Demon Domain to heed his voice alone.
Buddhism had only one opponent as well—the Qilin Clan. As long as the Qilin Clan was willing to bow its head, then nothing would happen. Things would remain as they were; it was only a matter of lowering their heads.
Any other faction might well have agreed. If bowing their heads meant nothing else would happen, no one would refuse.
But the ones they had run into were the Qilin Clan, an old-established Golden Immortal faction. Their pride mattered more than their lives. You wanted a dignified Golden Immortal faction to bow to a junior like you? What kind of bullshit dream were you having?
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