I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

"How strange it may be, what of it?" Di Jun was utterly calm, showing neither joy nor anger.

His divine might overshadowed all, truly like a Heavenly Emperor descending upon the earth, radiance blazing forth, shaking the heavens!

Then, without mercy, he pointed at a group of humans at the foot of Shouyang Mountain and commanded Flying Sickle, "Kill them!"

"As you command!" Flying Sickle accepted the order, intending to use these humans as blood sacrifices to heal the wounds he had suffered earlier!

Seeing this, Youchao Shi and the other humans were filled with despair.

The Human Emperor was prepared to fight to the death, to clash with the Demon Emperor.

That was the resolve of one who faced death unflinchingly.

And their human race—they too would not be spared.

A single Great Luo, even wounded, could still annihilate them with a flick of the hand.

"Is there no one left to save my human race? To preserve a single bloodline for us?" Zi Yi Shi wept, tears streaming down his aged face, clutching a child who had just broken through to the Hundred Thousand Extreme Realm.

That child was a genius of their clan, having surpassed the Hundred Thousand Extreme Realm without yet setting foot on the path of cultivation!

"Lord Taiqing the Sage! If you can hear the pleas of my human race, please grant us your protection!"

Some humans still refused to give up, placing their last hope on Lord Taiqing the Sage and Goddess Nüwa.

But alas, the result was the same—neither sage stirred.

"Ha! The humans bring ruin upon themselves, and yet you still dream of sages descending to the mortal realm? Today, not only you, but even your Human Emperor will die here! Even the Ancestral Land cannot save him!"

Flying Sickle struck like thunder, without a moment's hesitation.

A beastly claw that blotted out the sky reached toward the humans.

Boom!

"Houtu!!!" Di Jiang and the other Ancestral Witches cried out in shock as Houtu suddenly intervened to block Flying Sickle.

"Hou... Houtu!!!"

Flying Sickle was terrified, hastily retreating!

He did not stop until he was behind Di Jun, only then breathing a little easier.

How terrifying!

The one who had just blocked him was a Quasi-Saint!

If Houtu had harbored murderous intent, he would have fallen right there.

Now, seeing Houtu act, Di Jun's expression turned extremely grim.

He gazed toward Di Jiang and the others in the Chaos and roared, "Do you wish to begin a bloody war between the Witch and Demon Clans right now?!"

"Ha..." Di Jiang stepped out from beyond the Chaos.

The overwhelming pressure of a Quasi-Saint immediately pressed down on Di Jun.

With three Quasi-Saints on the scene, the humans felt as though they could barely breathe!

"The matter between the Demon Race and the humans—my Wu Clan has no desire to interfere."

"But if we get to see the humans and your Demon Race tear into each other, we'd be quite happy to watch."

"So, it's best you don't take advantage of their weakness. Just sit back and watch this human lad complete his transformation. Then you can fight it out yourselves..."

Di Jiang spoke casually, his tone calm and indifferent toward Di Jun, showing neither reverence nor even a hint of contempt.

The two clans were mortal enemies—there was no need for pleasantries.

Then Di Jiang called out to Houtu, "Houtu! Come back!"

Houtu heard him and sighed.

She could not bear to see living beings on the Primordial Land suffer and die. The Witch and Demon Clans had slaughtered each other for years, and far too many had already perished.

Every time she witnessed it, her heart ached!

Now, seeing the humans about to face the same fate, she could not hold back and acted.

But unfortunately, her opponent was Di Jun, the Demon Emperor of the Heavenly Court, the lord of the Demon Race!

He was not so easy to contend with.

Otherwise, her Wu Clan would not have been locked in battle with him for a million years...

Boom!

Suddenly!

On Shouyang Mountain, a blinding light burst forth, and Jiang Chen let out an involuntary low roar.

Within his body, a single drop of blood, like a spring's eye, surged forth, unceasingly churning into a long river!

In that moment, whether human beings or the mighty of the Witch and Demon Clans, all were stunned!

Jiang Chen had completed his transformation...

Anyone could see that Jiang Chen's current state was utterly extraordinary!

It even gave them a dazed feeling—this was a Saint about to Attain Dao!

"Ah..."

Jiang Chen let out a great roar, his long black hair dancing wildly!

Boundless karma clung entirely to his body!

"Is this the price?" Jiang Chen remained lucid, finally understanding the cost of this realm ascension!

It was karma binding itself to him!

"Come! Let all karma fall upon me!!!"

Jiang Chen roared, craving the strength to stand against Demon Emperor Di Jun!!!

At this moment, several marks appeared on Jiang Chen's body, so profound and mysterious that Houtu was transfixed by them.

Chi!

Torrential purple flames blazed fiercely across Jiang Chen's flesh!

He was a war god reborn from the flames, returning from an age lost to time!

What was happening? Everyone was stunned!

The Ancestral Witches were dumbfounded, Di Jun was lost in shock!

"His realm is actually rising!" Di Jun saw Jiang Chen's aura break straight through Primordial Unity Golden Immortal to reach the Great Luo Realm, his gaze turning icy!

"But so what! Beneath the Saints, this Emperor is invincible!!!" Di Jun said coldly!

"Who dares claim invincibility! Who dares boast of defeat!!"

Jiang Chen raised his sword, pointing it straight at Di Jun, his eyes ancient and weathered, like a primordial being who had survived countless Tribulations.

Chapter 25: Primordial Dao Law! Saint's Might! [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"Who dares claim invincibility! Who dares boast of defeat!"

These words, shouted by a human, left all the mighty experts present astonished.

Was this something a human could say?

In the Primordial Wilderness, which race was not stronger than humanity?

Before this, humans had been reduced to mere blood rations for the demons, and now they were being attacked at the Human Ancestral Land, with the Human Emperor marked for death.

Yet Jiang Chen dared to soar into the sky, facing Di Jun, and utter those very words.

It struck a chord in everyone's hearts!

Flying Sickle of the demons was enraged!

A mere human dared to treat the Demon Heavenly Emperor with such contempt!

To belittle Di Jun! To belittle a Quasi-Saint!

"Ant of a human, provoking my race time and again—if you leave your life behind, I'll spare the rest!" Di Jun, belittled by Jiang Chen, was not angered, but confident in his invincibility.

Beneath the Saints, no one could kill him!

Without Becoming a Saint, everything was empty!

Thus, he sneered at Jiang Chen, whose aura had already climbed to the peak of the Great Luo Realm, believing this was the highest he could reach, unable to rise further.

Jiang Chen belittled him, and he would surely pay the price.

"Human Emperor! No! We are willing to die alongside you!" Youchao Shi roared toward the heavens.

He was truly afraid that Jiang Chen would hesitate, sacrificing himself for humanity and letting Di Jun have his way.

"We are willing to die alongside the Human Emperor!"

Hundreds and thousands of Earth Immortals voiced their resolve, all facing death without flinching!

"If you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!" Originally, out of consideration for the relationship between Taiqing Sage Laozi and Empress Nuwa with humanity, Di Jun had not planned to exterminate them all just yet.