'He wasn't about to mince words now. This was the Joyful Shrine Association, a time to do whatever one pleased. If others could do it, why couldn't I?'
'Who had he been killing? Before this, it was just a bunch of Visceral Stones and Corpse Transformations. He'd only just killed a single Zombie God, and now some Bodhisattva was getting involved?'
'You won't let me kill them? Then who am I supposed to kill?'
'Am I supposed to go back to killing those Visceral Stones and Corpse Transformations? What kind of fight could they possibly put up? No matter how many of them there were, all they could do was claw and bite—and they didn't even have hair to pull.'
'Did they even have the strength to fight me?'
'They couldn't! They simply weren't strong enough.'
'If I really went and did that, I'd kill the Corpse Transformations, then the Visceral Stones, then the Yuansi... and after that, there'd be no one left to kill.'
