"This world is too weak. Forget that I'm too lazy to conquer it, even your Five Elements Hall doesn't manage it. There isn't even a Five Elements Hall garrison here. I had hoped to spar with their general, but only such an ant showed up. Truly uninteresting."
The Martial God and the elders of the Martial God Hall listened to the opponent's words, completely bewildered, and had no idea what they were talking about.
To this day, they still didn't know the identity of these extraterrestrial visitors or why they had come.
The demon guards swiftly encircled and eliminated the elders of the Martial God Hall, with elders dying every moment.
Watching his companions perish so quickly, the Martial God was filled with rage, his teeth gnashing.
These were friends who had fought alongside him all the way, rising from insignificance and building the Martial God Hall through decades of arduous cultivation.
But unexpectedly, disaster struck today. A group of unreasonable powerhouses had arrived to crush them.
It was like him watching his son carelessly step on a swarm of ants when he was young.
"Die!"
The Martial God roared mournfully, channeling all his internal energy into his only usable left fist, charging towards the demon commander like a moth to a flame.
However, the opponent merely extended a hand and easily caught him.
The demon's large hand was as big as an ordinary human's body. Caught in its grip, only the Martial God's head was exposed.
The demon commander held him tightly, bringing him close. No matter how the Martial God gnashed his teeth and struggled, he could not break free.
He was like a cicada caught by a child, no matter how piercingly he cried out, he could not escape the fate of impending death.
"You are the strongest in this world, aren't you? I am a demon. Have you heard of us?"
The demon commander looked at the human in his hand as if at a fun toy.
"Scum... traitor!!"
Blood flowed from the Martial God's mouth. His bones creaked and groaned from the pressure of the grip; in just this short time, his bones had deformed.
"Uninteresting. How about this: I'll let you go. If you kneel down, kowtow three times, and pledge allegiance to me, submitting forever, I won't kill you. What do you say?"
A playful smile played on the commander's lips, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Scum, we martial artists only have heroes who die on the battlefield, not cowards who cling to life."
"Yes, yes, that's the spirit, hahahaha. I just love seeing your human race refuse to surrender until death, only to end up as a bloody pulp."
The demon commander turned the Martial God around, forcing him to look at the scene below.
At this moment, the demon army had already spread out across the continent, wielding their weapons and engaging in slaughter.
And the first to bear the brunt was naturally his Martial God Hall.
The hundreds of thousands of people in the Martial God Hall were rapidly dying amidst the demons' playful and cruel laughter.
He also saw a young boy on the peak of the Martial God Hall, holding a saber, looking up at him.
"Son..."
Bitterness flickered in the Martial God's eyes. He was certain to die today, and his son and daughter were likely to suffer the same fate.
"Oh? Is that your son? Tsk tsk tsk, human cubs are so adorable. Look at that boy's stubborn defiance; it's truly heart-wrenching.
He must admire you greatly, mustn't he? You're his idol. Do you think he sees his magnificent and towering father, caught in my hand like a dead dog, and his image of you will crumble?
Tsk tsk tsk, I really want to pry open this child's brain and see what he's thinking."
"How about this, let's change the terms. You kneel and beg me, and I won't kill your son. What do you say?"
Hesitation appeared in the Martial God's eyes upon hearing this, but after a moment, he shook his head resolutely.
"Heh, my son has always wanted to be a hero. If he were to witness the person he considers upright and mighty kneeling before an enemy, not only would his beliefs collapse, but so would his ideals.
Even if he were to survive, what good would it be? He would remember this scene forever. His father, a coward. As he grows, he too will become a coward. Rather, let our entire family die today. Even in death, we shall stand tall!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, how touching. I'd be remiss if I didn't shed a tear."
The demon commander's smile vanished, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"Then I shall fulfill your wish."
With that, he lightly tightened his grip on the Martial God, and the Martial God died instantly.
Before his death, his gaze was not on his son, but towards the west.
There lay his old rival.
The Buddha.
Although the two had had their differences, it wasn't a major feud. While fighting earlier, he had even resented the Buddha for not coming to his aid, for if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. If his Martial God Hall was destroyed, how could the Buddhist sect fare any better?
But now, on the verge of death, he only wished for the Buddha to flee, to at least leave a sliver of hope for the humans of this world.
"Father!!!"
The young boy's eyes reddened as he watched the corpse fall from the sky. Tears streamed down his face as he roared in anguish.
"Monsters, I will kill all of you!"
The boy raised his saber and charged at a demon who was slaughtering humans.
"Kill!!!"
The demon didn't even look at him, casually swung a hammer, and sent the boy flying.
The boy's bones were all broken. He fell to the ground, spewing blood from his mouth, his vision blurring, his pupils widening.
"Sister... Sister..."
From now on, he could no longer protect his sister.
The demon commander glanced at the battlefield, sneered, and gave the order:
"Don't kill them one by one; it's too slow. This world doesn't even have spiritual energy. Just use demonic energy erosion. Kill all life, leave no one alive."
"As you command."
After giving the order, the demon commander scanned the entire world with his divine sense. Suddenly, he also looked towards the west.
"Oh? There's another immortal realm over there?"
He turned and took a step, covering thousands of miles.
When he reappeared, he had arrived in a new land.
This hilly region was dotted with Buddhist temples, with a tall pagoda in the center.
On the plaza in front of the pagoda, bald heads were kneeling.
Closest to the pagoda, a bald head was pressed to the ground, kneeling with utmost sincerity.
"You are the other immortal realm powerhouse? Why aren't you standing up to resist me?"
The demon commander looked at the Buddha with some surprise and amusement.
The Buddha straightened his back but remained in a kneeling posture, his hands clasped in prayer, showing great compassion.
"General leads his heavenly soldiers, and this humble monk knows he is no match. Why should I engage in actions that only add to the slaughter?
The Martial God was stubborn and refused to surrender, causing countless casualties among the common people of the central plains. For the sake of the ten thousand citizens of the West to live, this humble monk does not wish to vainly resist the heavenly might, thus kneeling in surrender. I hope the General will spare their lives."