Eastern Emperor Taiyi could not help but wonder what the primordial world had become during his slumber. How had the human race produced so many powerful experts one after another?
Surprised, Eastern Emperor Taiyi was in no hurry to make a move. He looked toward Di Xin.
"Who are you, to dare save someone I intend to kill? Do you not know that I am the Demon Emperor, Eastern Emperor Taiyi?"
"The Demon Emperor? I have indeed heard much of you."
Di Xin snorted coldly.
"But you are merely a Demon Emperor. What is there to fear?"
"I am Di Xin, Human Emperor of the human race!"
"I will protect this human today. No one can stop me. I said so."
"I do not care whether you are Demon Emperor Taiyi or Taier. Since you dare kill members of my human race, prepare to bear the fury of the Human Emperor!"
Di Xin roared. The man before him was the emperor of the demon race.
Back during the Witch-Demon War, how many human brethren had the demon race slaughtered in order to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword?
As the Demon Emperor, this debt naturally fell upon Eastern Emperor Taiyi's head.
"Human Emperor? Heh heh."
Eastern Emperor Taiyi burst into laughter, as though he had heard something utterly ridiculous.
"A mere Human Emperor, yet you have such a grand tone. You have scared this newly resurrected Demon Emperor so badly that I might crawl right back into hiding!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi spoke with blatant mockery. It could not be helped—Di Xin's words truly amused him, sounding like an absurd joke.
One had to know that in ancient times, the human race had been nothing more than ants in their eyes.
Their only use was that they were tender and delicious, fit to