Nether Emperor Demon was dumbstruck. For the first time, he felt that this former disciple of his was utterly unfamiliar.
It had been many years since he had shut himself away in the Nether Emperor Demon Realm to focus on researching all sorts of methods for creating powerful members of the Demon Race.
Even he himself had forgotten the exact time. Back then, the Demon Race, the Demonic Path, and the Heavenly Court had stood in a three-way balance.
But now, Nether Emperor Demon discovered in horror that Demon Flame Supreme had risen from the seventh layer of the Supreme Realm to heights that even he, at the ninth layer of the Supreme Realm, found difficult to reach!
The powerful Demon Sea Flood Dragon had been slapped to death by Demon Flame Supreme, reduced to a charred corpse.
"Nether Emperor Demon, how is the creation of the Demon Race progressing?" Demon Flame Supreme glanced at Nether Emperor Demon, his tone devoid of any respect.
Within the Demon Race, strength commanded respect.
Even if the man before him had once been his master, he no longer was.
Nether Emperor Demon was merely a ninth-layer Supreme whose lifespan was nearly exhausted and whose strength was lacking. Nothing more!
To Demon Flame Supreme, whether Nether Emperor Demon lived or died was of little concern.
If he had been a ninth-layer Supreme in his prime, Demon Flame Supreme would naturally have valued him greatly. After all, he would count as a powerful fighting force for the Demon Realm.
But Nether Emperor Demon?
This former master of his was already at death's door. He might fall after fighting only a few times.
What Demon Flame Supreme cared about even more was the Demon Race creation project that Nether Emperor Demon had been tinkering with.
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