"A pack of scholars who don't know what's good for them!"
When Hu Meiniang learned of Eunuch Ma and the others' defeat, she once again flew into a furious rage, smashing things all over the palace.
The Confucian Sect was simply too adept at incitement. They controlled public opinion among the common people and could turn black into white, reverse cause and effect. Time and again, she had lost their clashes this way. The august Grand Empress Dowager of Great Qian could do nothing about a mere rogue cultivator, a wanderer from overseas.
"Meiniang, now that they've torn away all pretense, there's no need for us to hold back anymore," a burly member of the demon race said in a deep, rumbling voice. Horns sprouted from his head, and he stood over ten feet tall. He was Qinggu, the Demon King who had come from the Demon God Palace specifically to lend his support.
This Demon King seemed to have once shared a romance with Hu Meiniang. He had already stepped forward when the Eight Great Demon Kings last entered the Imperial Capital. Still unwilling to give up, he had come to help her again.
He had always proposed that they stop following human rules and simply handle things according to the demon race's customs.
When it came to scholarly pursuits, the demon race could develop for another million years and still fail to match humanity. Letting force do the talking was more direct and effective, and it was also the approach these Demon Kings excelled at.
Having suffered a setback last time, he had brought many demon soldiers and generals. Combined with the forces Hu Meiniang herself commanded, their strength was nothing like it had been before.
That gave them the confidence to tear away all pretense and confront