Those of Us on the Path to Immortality Were All Heartless

The Asura Progenitor sneered. "Talk big after you can truly subdue the Demon Emperor's Claw."

Great Emperor Hentian's gaze turned dangerous. "You refuse to submit?"

The Asura Progenitor said coldly, "You'd better leave at once, lest I take you to the Holy Emperor for a reward."

"Interesting. You fear the Demon Lord's name, yet not mine. It seems this emperor has been far too gentle." Great Emperor Hentian sighed and tore at the Void with his right hand. Each of his fingernails was like a sword, while the back of his hand was covered in strange, pitch-black patterns brimming with evil, bloodlust, and boundless hatred.

With one claw, he tore the heavens apart; with hatred, he shattered the earth.

Even the Asura Progenitor, an ancestral Nine Nether fiend, was drowned in that hatred accumulated across endless ages and lost his mind.

By the time his eyes regained their clarity, Great Emperor Hentian was already stepping on him.

"No wonder he always speaks of a Dao heart. Evil fiends have such weak Dao hearts—worse even than the demon race's." Great Emperor Hentian shook his head slightly. Though he was the third master of the Demon Emperor's Claw, he had scarcely visited the Nine Nethers. He had always operated within the core of the True Spirit Realm, where his opponents were kings like the Holy Emperor.

Coming to the Nine Nethers now was simply a crushing advantage.

The Asura Progenitor flew into a rage from humiliation and cursed, "So what if your Dao heart is strong? You still can't beat the human Holy Emperor!"

Contrary to his expectations, Great Emperor Hentian merely nodded calmly. "I am indeed inferior to him."

The Asura Progenitor felt as though he had punched cotton. Feeling thoroughly displeased, he snorted. "You're stronger than me, so I'll submit.