Nether Emperor Demon was dumbfounded. For the first time, he felt that his former disciple was utterly unfamiliar.
It had been many years ago when he secluded himself within the Nether Emperor Demon Realm and devoted himself to researching all kinds of methods for creating powerful Demon Race beings.
Even he himself had forgotten the exact time. Back then, the Demon Race, the demonic path, and the Heavenly Court had stood like three legs of a tripod.
And now, Nether Emperor Demon discovered in horror that Demon Flame Supreme had gone from his original seventh level of the Supreme Realm to a height that even Nether Emperor Demon, at the ninth level of the Supreme Realm, found impossible to reach!
The powerful Demon Sea Flood Dragon was slapped to death by Demon Flame Supreme, reduced to a charred corpse.
"Nether Emperor Demon, how is the creation of Demon Race beings progressing?" Demon Flame Supreme glanced at Nether Emperor Demon, his tone devoid of any respect.
Within the Demon Race, strength reigned supreme.
Even if the man before him had once been his master, that was no longer the case.
Nether Emperor Demon was merely a weaker ninth-level Supreme whose lifespan was about to run out, nothing more!
To Demon Flame Supreme, whether Nether Emperor Demon lived or died was not particularly important.
If it had been a ninth-level Supreme in his prime, Demon Flame Supreme would naturally have valued him immensely. After all, he would count as formidable combat strength for the Demon Realm.
But Nether Emperor Demon?
This former master of his did not have long to live. Perhaps he would perish after only a few battles.
What Demon Flame Supreme cared about more was the creation of Demon Race beings that Nether Emperor Demon had been tinkering with