Demon Emperor Daochen looked at the Little Demon Emperor beside him and asked what he should do.
The battle ahead would not be easy to handle.
They had never expected these imposing-looking contestants to be so utterly fragile.
Or perhaps they were simply too cautious. At the slightest hint of danger, their first thought was actually to run away.
They truly lacked even a trace of a mighty warrior's bearing.
This was something the Demon Emperor really could not understand. How had fellows who only ever wanted to flee caught the attention of those high-ranking Attendants?
Or were those Attendants simply poor judges of character, their standards for choosing contestants nowhere near as exacting as the Demon Emperor had imagined?
Demon Emperor Daochen was burning with anxiety. He was caught between two impossible choices: if he acted, all four might attack him together.
If he did nothing, the Primordial World would face imminent destruction.
He watched the four rub their fists and flex their arms, already beginning to head toward the Primordial World.
The Demon Emperor instantly made up his mind. He was not someone who feared death. This was precisely the moment when, on a narrow road, the brave would prevail. If he backed down now, might he lose the courage to draw his blade when he faced these supreme experts in the future?
That was something he could not tolerate. He could fail, and he could die fighting, but he could never tolerate fleeing without a fight.
Besides, Nüwa and the others were in the Primordial World. They were the family he would protect even at the cost of his life. If he could abandon even his family, what had all those years of painstaking cultivation been for?
Cultivation would lose its meaning, and living would mean even