Demon Emperor Daochen stared at the fellow in shock. That tone, those words-why did they feel so familiar?
He pulled off the other man's purple robe at once.
"You're human? You're of the Pureblood Human Race? Are you?"
The face was unfamiliar to him. Though the man's manner of speaking was intriguing, the Demon Emperor could now be certain that there was no connection between them.
Even so, he was still stunned.
The man was actually of the Pureblood Human Race.
That was a rarity among rarities.
"Oh, a fellow countryman? No, wait. You have the aura of the Pureblood Human Race, but you aren't one of them. Or rather, you aren't entirely pureblood."
The Demon Emperor was deeply curious. "According to what I've learned, hasn't the Pureblood Human Race already died out? How do you explain yourself?"
The man sighed softly. "Back in the day, I was an elite of the Human Race, dashing and debonair, handsome as a jade tree swaying in the breeze. But I lost a competition, and my attendant was devoured. With no other choice, I joined the Black-Robed Army."
"The Pureblood Human Race hasn't completely died out. Some died, others fled, and everyone scattered their separate ways. Survival depended entirely on each person."
"Aren't I a living example? I've weathered life and death time and again, barely managing to survive until now."
Suddenly, he chuckled. "But, my fellow countryman, even if you aren't of the Pureblood Human Race, you still have its bloodline. That makes us family, and family shouldn't fight family. So spare my life, won't you?"
He trembled all over, unbearably nervous.
The murderous look in Ancient Tiger's eyes beside him was simply too terrifying.
Demon Emperor Daochen glanced helplessly at Ancient Tiger.
"Just spare his life. There are plenty of Purple-Robed