The moment Holy Emperor spoke, Jiao shouted sharply, "Ao Liu!"
Ao Liu's life-light wavered, his Dao heart had collapsed, and his mental state had long been far worse than before. On the other hand, he had long since developed killing intent toward Wang Qi. If he wavered...
"Whether you kill Wang Qi or not is another matter. That method you used just now was the Innate End of Fortune Great Dao, wasn't it? And afterward... the legendary Innate Fortune Great Dao?"
"So what if it was?"
"Those in this world who cultivate the Forty-Nine Daos are either believers of the Devil Emperor or foreign beasts. But your cultivation is too low—you cannot be an immortal beast... a parasitic beast?"
"The human race's 'Demon Emperor' from five hundred years ago?" Holy Emperor had no idea who the Devil Emperor was. He snorted. "Me, serve him? He isn't qualified."
Ao Liu likewise had no idea what this "Demon Emperor" was supposed to be. Still, he could at least guess that the other party had misunderstood. The Devil Emperor was a figure who had injured the Demon Emperor tens of millions of years ago; even among immortals, such figures were exceedingly rare. If this person knew who the Devil Emperor was, he could not possibly hold him in such contempt.
"Looks like you're another useless thing." Ao Liu shook his head. "You immortal beasts and parasitic beasts are all like this—arrogant and conceited, believing yourselves the sole sovereigns beneath heaven."
In the distance, Mei Ge Mu shrugged. "Tsk, tsk. Looks like he said the wrong thing. The Devil Emperor is obviously someone a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than that human race's so-called 'Demon Emperor.'"
"Shut up!"
"But..." Curiosity appeared in Mei Ge Mu's eyes. "Just who is the Devil Emperor?"