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

Some tribes hadn't even left behind ashes—only a scorched, ruined homeland, the earth overturned, the riverbanks breached.

He was a famous great demon of the Demon Race, the offspring of the renowned Ten Great Demon Sages' Flying Sickle!

Possessing the strength of Golden Immortal Great Perfection!

Because a clash had erupted between the Flying Sickle Clan, one of the Ten Great Demon Sages, and the Dayi Witch Tribe, the two sides fought, and casualties were inevitable.

Flying Sickle, having been injured afterward, took the opportunity to come to the human lands to recuperate.

Now, gazing at the boundless human tribes, He sneered:

"Weak! Too weak! Not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth!"

"A hundred human tribes aren't enough for me to devour—these tribes are all too small! I need to find some larger ones to replenish myself!"

"Those Witch Tribe bastards are thick-headed, but their physical strength is terrifying—they've actually made us suffer no small loss!"

"Father is still locked in a standoff with Dayi; I need to recover quickly and go back to help!"

As he spoke, Flying Sickle's Offspring swallowed the vital blood of yet another human tribe, thousands of people in one gulp!

"Hahaha! Humans were born as food in the Primordial World—such exquisite vital blood!"

"There are too many humans; they don't deserve to hold land in the Primordial World!"

"Better to offer up your vital blood and help my race dominate the Primordial World and annihilate the Witch Tribe!"

Flying Sickle's Offspring stood atop a primitive human tribe, and with a beat of his wings, he reduced the entire tribe to ashes.

"Unexpected—such a weak human tribe actually produced an Earth Immortal. But in my eyes..."

"An Earth Immortal... is still an ant!!!"

"Ant?"

In the distance, two figures flew over at great speed!

One figure streaked across the sky like a trail of Flames, scorching the horizon.

One figure rode on the fragrance of pills, the earth beneath his feet rapidly restoring its vitality.

"Ant! Demon Race! You've slaughtered nearly a hundred thousand lives from our human tribes! With us here today, how dare you throw your weight around!"

Suiren Shi's hair flew wildly, the beast hide on his body gathering a primal, desolate aura—utterly imposing.

In his eyes, a white flame and a cyan flame rose and churned!

Truly awe-inspiring!

"Heh... humans!"

Flying Sickle's Offspring wasn't tense at all that humans had come to confront him. He looked down at Suiren Shi and Shennong Shi with the same mocking gaze as ever.

As a member of the Demon Race, one of the chosen protagonists of the Primordial World, he regarded a weak race like humans with nothing but the eyes of a predator eyeing prey.

"Mystic Immortal realm? Aside from Xuandu, who was taken as a disciple by the Grand Pure Sage, humans can actually reach this level? That's a bit odd."

"But no matter how odd, you'll still end up as nutrients in my mouth!"

Flying Sickle's Offspring was brimming with arrogance, not sparing a single glance for two Mystic Immortals.

Let alone two human Mystic Immortals—even two Witch Tribe members who had just entered the Golden Immortal level wouldn't faze him!

We, the Demon Race, possess great Mana and great divine powers!

We can swallow the heavens and pluck the stars!

"Three thousand years on the east bank, three thousand years on the west! Don't bully the poor among humans!"

Suiren Shi shouted fiercely, flames leaping from both his hands.

"Suiren Shi, you've comprehended the Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus? And you've grasped two different types of Origin Fire!" Shennong Shi beside him revealed a look of delighted surprise.

If it were these two types of Origin Fire, unleashing the strongest strike of the Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus might just be enough to fight a Golden Immortal!

"Mm! But my control isn't smooth yet. He's the son of one of the Ten Great Demon Sages—his strength can't be underestimated. We'll have to go all out!"

Though Suiren Shi had the courage to stand against Flying Sickle's Offspring, he didn't dare underestimate the enemy's power.

The terrifying impression the Demon Race had left in human minds was far too deep—impossible to erase!

"Oh? That white flame actually carries the essence of the Primordial World's Origin Fire? I've seen a similar aura in the Nirvana Fire of a Vermilion Bird at the same level as my father—that's a flame strong enough to burn divine treasures!"

"Take this Emperor Pill!" Shennong Shi flipped his hand and tossed an Emperor Pill to Suiren Shi.

"You've comprehended the Supreme Pill Dao?" Suiren Shi was also shocked.

"Just a small achievement..."

"What the hell is this Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus and Supreme Pill Dao!" Flying Sickle's Offspring, seeing the two dare to ignore him, flew into a rage.

He immediately resolved to kill them both on the spot!

"Once I devour you two, I'll recover my strength and rejoin the great battle!"

High in the sky, a Demon Race being whose wings spanned three thousand miles prepared to strike the heavens above and shake the earth below.

Above the human race's sky.

A similarly devastating aura.

A bewitching fire lotus, brimming with the power to incinerate everything and reduce all to nothingness.

Was blooming!

Across the Primordial Continent, the humans who had finished watching [Exotic Fire Fighting World] all sensed it and turned their gazes toward the battlefield.

They all perceived the formation of a fire lotus!

"That... that's the Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus! It's the powerful spell passed down in the book!"

"Who is our human strongman fighting? Is it the Demon Race?"

"He's even used the most powerful spell in the book—who on earth has he run into? That's a destructive fire lotus that requires at least two types of exotic fire to form!"

"Who will win? Who will lose?"

"Heh! Utterly useless! The strength of a Golden Immortal! No matter how powerful the technique you use, it can't bridge that gap!!!" Flying Sickle's Offspring watched the fire lotus slowly rise into the air. Though he sensed a threat, he remained arrogant!

On the Primordial Continent, the chasm between a Golden Immortal and a Mystic Immortal could only be bridged by a few of the Innate Treasures of the Primordial World; no other technique could make up for it.

"Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus, kill!"

Suiren Shi unleashed the most powerful strike of his life.

That fire lotus, carrying the might to burn three thousand realms, blasted directly onto Flying Sickle's Offspring!

"Pfft!"

Flying Sickle's Offspring spat blood, then wiped it clean and said coldly, "A bit strange—the flames are no weaker than the Origin Fire. But! You're too weak!"

"You've angered This Seat! Death is your only way out!"

"Pfft!"

A Golden Immortal's strike! Suiren Shi was drenched in blood!!!

The gap between a Mystic Immortal and a Golden Immortal was an unimaginable chasm!

Even a thousandfold or ten-thousandfold boost was useless!

Chapter Eight: The Human Race's Plea, Pen Breaks and Slays Demons! [Kneeling for flowers and tips]

"Suiren Shi is bleeding? Even the mighty Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus can't harm a Golden Immortal-level strongman?"

"Can't even our human race's strongest harm the Demon Race in the slightest?"

At this moment, through the human disciples who shared the same root as [Exotic Fire Fighting World], they all sensed that the Sage's Wrath Fire Lotus had failed to kill Flying Sickle's Offspring, and they were horrified.

"Our human race is still too weak. We don't have time! If Suiren Shi were given time, once he stepped into Golden Immortal, he would surely be able to slay that Great Demon!!"

"But who can save them? Today, our human race's strongest is going to fall here? How tragic!"

"The two supreme strongmen of the human race, the first to comprehend the supreme technique in [Exotic Fire Fighting World] and embark on the path to transcendence and Attain Dao, are now bleeding and about to fall?"

"I wish I could charge up there! But my talent is too poor—I can't even grasp the essence of the book! Damn it!!!"

"No! We still have the Human Emperor!"

"As long as the Human Emperor is here, there's still hope!"

Someone saw the Great Demon of the Demon Race about to slay the two ancestors, Suiren Shi, and was terrified in his heart.

Then he knelt down toward the direction of Shouyang Mountain.

Kowtowing devoutly, he said, "Human Emperor! Our human race faces a great calamity! A Great Demon wreaks havoc, slaying our strongmen, plundering our Blood essence, and destroying our foundation! We beg the Human Emperor to appear!"

On Shouyang Mountain...

Jiang Chen, who was focused on writing and updating his story, suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

He sensed something—someone was calling out to him.