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

Therefore, they begged the two saints to step forward and stop this battle.

To save Di Jun in time, and also to protect the hope of their Human Race, to keep the Human Emperor safe...

Hearing the Human Race's tearful pleas, Di Jun's black hair flew wildly, his sovereign might descending upon the world.

"Ants of the Human Race! A saint's cultivation that stands on borrowed ground will eventually run its course! This Emperor will see how long you can shield them! Today, the Human Race is annihilated here!"

Even while being suppressed and beaten, Di Jun remained fiercely arrogant, without a trace of defeat.

A Demon Emperor burning with rage, a Quasi-Saint—if he were to hold a grudge against the Human Race, it would be terrifying!

The Ancestral Witches in the Outer Heavens sighed one after another. If Di Jun could not be slain today, the Human Race would surely face calamity in the future.

"Could it be... that we are truly to be destroyed today?"

"What is death, anyway!"

"A man roams the world! Where is not home? Die where you fall, be buried where you fall! Every green mountain under heaven is the same!"

"Shouyang Mountain is the place where our Human Race first stepped out of the Great Wilderness, and now we return to it!"

The younger generation of the Human Race lifted their heads, one after another, their faces showing a resolute willingness to die.

Yes, Jiang Chen's ascension to the Saint Realm was indeed a terrifying thing.

But as Di Jun said, how long could he remain in the Saint Realm?

That was a great karmic debt!

The longer he stayed, the more severe the backlash would surely be!

"I'll cut you down!" Jiang Chen made no unnecessary movements; a sword light streaked from the blade in his hand!

It seemed like a casual strike, yet it caused the entire space to collapse, even the Outer Heavens began to crumble!

Chaos Aura spilled out endlessly, and the River of Time was disturbed!

When a Saint moved, the entire Primordial World trembled and threatened to sink!

If Jiang Chen had not concentrated all his power on Di Jun, even the Ancestral Land Shouyang Mountain would have been ground to ashes!

"Human Emperor!" Youchao Shi called out, realizing that Jiang Chen now possessed the saintly power to slay the Demon Emperor Di Jun!

If he could kill such a Demon Emperor, even if Jiang Chen suffered backlash afterward and the Demon Race retaliated, their deaths would be worth it!

"He must be killed! Otherwise, even if our Human Race is exterminated, we will not rest in peace!"

"A Saint's strike! Can the Demon Emperor escape it? No living being has ever escaped from a Saint's hand—that is impossible!"

"Human Emperor! If possible, we beg you to leave the Primordial World first, preserve a spark, and avenge our Human Race! Even if we die here, it will be worth it!"

Clang!!!

A bell tolled!

It pierced through the ages, stirred the chaotic heavens, and opened up endless space.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi arrived, bearing the Chaos Bell, one of the Xiantian Supreme Treasures!

"It's the Eastern Emperor!!!"

"No! There's someone else!!!"

"Hm?" But no one paid attention to Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

The Ancestral Witches in the chaos were all horrified!

The Eastern Emperor could not save Di Jun from Jiang Chen, who wielded saintly power!

Even with a Xiantian Supreme Treasure, it was nearly impossible!

All beneath the Saint Realm are ants; without the power of a Saint, trying to interfere with a Saint's methods was nothing but wishful thinking!

That being the case, for Di Jun to still be alive, only a Saint could have intervened!!

"What a pity! He didn't die!" Di Jiang felt a deep regret.

He would have loved to see Jiang Chen kill the Demon Emperor Di Jun. Without Di Jun, the Wu Clan could dominate the Primordial World completely.

Now that Di Jun was not dead, there was only one possibility.

Another Saint had made a move!

"Which one?"

"Is it that one from the Demon Race? Saint Nuwa?"

Chapter 27: Jiang Chen's Fury, Confronting the Saint [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

"Buzz buzz buzz!!!"

Jiang Chen stared at one of the two dharma images above Shouyang Mountain!

His gaze grew cold!

What a fine Saint!

What a fine Saint who established her sainthood on the Human Race!

Earlier, the Human Race had nearly been reduced to a Blood Calamity, utterly annihilated across the Primordial World, yet no saint showed them mercy.

For tens of thousands of years, the Human Race had offered incense and fortune, seeking but a single manifestation, yet no saintly might appeared!

Every plea vanished without a trace, every wail went unheard by the saints.

Jiang Chen's heart burned with fury!

"Taiqing!"

His voice was ice-cold, as if it would freeze the entire Primordial World.

Even the mighty bodies of the Witch and Demon Clans felt a chill that pierced their souls at that moment.

The thought of a saint—its power was so immense!!!

Fortunately, Jiang Chen did not implicate the Human Race, or else they would have been utterly wiped out under a single thought.

Yet it was precisely this call from Jiang Chen that made the assembled experts realize who had just saved Di Jun!

It was not Nuwa of the Demon Clan!

It was Taiqing Sage Laozi!

"How can this be!" Di Jiang stared at the manifestation of Laozi on Shouyang Mountain, his face full of shock.

If Nuwa had acted, he would not have been surprised, for the Demon Clan revered her as the Demon Ancestor.

She had deep ties to the Demon Clan.

But Taiqing...

Instead, it was Taiqing, the saint with countless connections to the Human Race, who had stepped in to save Di Jun!

This was utterly unimaginable!

Even more unable to grasp this level of betrayal was the Human Race.

They would never believe that the saint who had refused to help them before was now aiding the Demon Clan!

It was incomprehensible, and even more despairing, heartbreaking, and sorrowful...

"Lord Taiqing the Sage?"

"Why!!!"

"Why!!!"

Roars of anguish erupted from the Human Race.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their pupils split wide, utterly incredulous that Taiqing had saved Di Jun, the Demon Emperor who sought to slaughter them.

The founder of the Human Teachings, who had established his sainthood upon the Human Race and was bound to them by fate, had instead helped the Demon Clan?

This was beyond belief!

That founder of the Human Teachings, who had feasted on the fortune and incense of the Human Race for tens of thousands of years, had actually aided the Demon Clan, helping the executioner who wanted to massacre them!

"Why!!!"

Desperate sobs, anguished cries, and mournful wails intertwined, shouting toward the restless manifestation on Shouyang Mountain.

The Lord Taiqing the Sage they had once revered and believed in—how could he help the Demon Clan!

Jiang Chen stood atop Shouyang Mountain, his gaze brimming with boundless killing intent.

He wanted to slay Di Jun here and now, but with a saint intervening, that wish was doomed to fail.

He had elevated himself to the saint realm through the Primordial Dao Law of Self-Transformation and Freedom, possessing the cultivation of a saint.

Yet facing Taiqing among the saints, he could not guarantee killing Di Jun, who was protected by the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Book, right before him.

Still...

What he had not expected was...

That it would be Taiqing who acted!