Chapter 169

That familiar aura—it was the human race, the very humans who had once served as his rations and food.

Since when had the humans, mere rations, become so formidable?

One must know that while the innate humans of the present were indeed somewhat stronger than the future acquired humans, the true peak powerhouses among the entire human race were few and far between.

Not to mention finding a human powerhouse capable of battling him, Jiuying, a top-tier Da Luo Golden Immortal.

How to put it—although the human race was the future protagonist of heaven and earth, currently, the Wu Clan and the Demon Race were the protagonists of the Primordial World, gathering the merit and fortune of the Primordial World.

Therefore, as the future protagonist, the merit and fortune possessed by the human race itself were not yet sufficient.

In the future, when the curtain fell on the Wu Clan and the Demon Race, the human race, as the next generation of protagonists of heaven and earth, would truly erupt.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors—any one of them was a top-tier powerhouse.

Yet, as the protagonist of the next era, the human race was, in some circumstances, also slightly tragic.

From the era of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin, up to the current Wu-Demon era, Saints were not present from the very beginning.

Even if Laozi and the others attained the Dao and became Saints, by that time, the strength of the Wu Clan and the Demon Race stood at the pinnacle; even if a Saint wanted to take action against these two races, it would not be an easy matter.

Instead, they might suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao's Great Calamity.

But when the human race flourished in the future, it was different.

The human race had no overly powerful experts, so many Saints in that period carved up much of the human race's merit and fortune.

As the protagonist of heaven and earth, how could the human race's prestige in the Primordial period compare to the protagonists of the Wu-Demon era, or even the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin era?

Who could have imagined it?

During the Journey to the West period, the human race had the high and mighty Heavenly Court above them, and the Western Fomen was also high and mighty; even ordinary demons could slaughter humans.

To a certain extent, such a protagonist of heaven and earth was truly a massive joke.

Just like at this moment, which race would dare to slaughter the Wu Clan and the Demon Race at will? If any race dared to do so, that race would likely be waiting to be wiped out.

This was the overbearing nature of the current Wu Clan and Demon Race.

Only they could deal with others; if others dealt with them, it was purely courting death.

"You are human," the Demon God Jiuying said in disbelief.

Since when had the humans, who in his heart were merely rations, become so formidable?

"That's right, I am indeed human," Luo Fu smiled slightly. "What, did you not expect this?"

"Human." The Demon God Jiuying suddenly sneered. "I was wondering who it was; it turns out to be a mere human. You are just my rations. You appear here—are you here to avenge those rations?"

"Avenge." A trace of coldness appeared in Luo Fu's eyes. "Demon God Jiuying, I never said anything about revenge. It should be that you appeared before me first, wanting to snatch the spiritual root in my hand."

"Hahaha, that's right," the Demon God Jiuying laughed loudly. "Human, to have such strength, you are likely one of the top powerhouses among the humans. I advise you to hand over the spiritual root in your hand; otherwise, don't blame me if I cannot control how other demons will deal with the human race."

At this moment, the Demon God Jiuying was not only threatening Luo Fu's own life but also threatening the human race to which Luo Fu belonged.

That's right.

With the status of the Demon God Jiuying, if he wanted to slaughter the human race on a large scale, it could indeed be done easily.

After all, to some extent, the speed at which the human race reproduced on the Primordial land was indeed fast. To the high-level demons, as long as they did not exterminate the human race, that was fine.

"Is that so?" Luo Fu's eyes were indifferent. "Jiuying, I don't know how other demons will act, but regarding you, I know that you will not live past today."

Facing such an arrogant Jiuying, Luo Fu did not show the slightest courtesy; he had already decided to keep this high-level demon here.

As for offending the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, or the Demon Race they belonged to, Luo Fu had no fear or worry at all—not because he had the Saint Tongtian Jiaozhu behind him.

But because of his own strength and the max-level comprehension he possessed.

When the time came, it would likely not be Donghuang Taiyi and the others coming to deal with him, but him dealing with Donghuang Taiyi and the others.

Being the protagonist of heaven and earth—so what? Luo Fu had no worries at all regarding the influence of the heavenly tribulation's calamity energy.

This was the terror of Heavenly Dao-level comprehension.

Even the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World could have its loopholes seen through by Luo Fu.

A mere heavenly tribulation was something Luo Fu could see through easily.

"Not live past today." The pupils of the Demon God Jiuying radiated a cold light. "A mere human, yet so arrogant. Even if your physical body has attained the Dao, so what? The gap in strength between you and me is not something that a strong physical body can match."

"And do you think you caused me much damage just now?"

As the words fell, the Demon God Jiuying, with his body thousands of feet tall, saw his originally shattered and bleeding palms recovering rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the injuries Jiuying had sustained had vanished into thin air.

"I no longer want to waste time with you. Once I kill you, that top-tier spiritual root will be mine," the Demon God Jiuying roared ferociously.

For the Demon God Jiuying, even if the opponent was a Saint's disciple, so what?

As long as he obtained this innate spiritual root, his strength could break through, from a Da Luo Golden Immortal to a Quasi-Saint powerhouse.

In that way, even if a Saint held him accountable, as a high-level demon, Jiuying would not need to worry.

Although the Wu Clan and the Demon Race were wary of Saints, to say they were afraid, that was not quite the case.

"Die, brat..." Jiuying roared. He no longer wanted to delay, because facing the Luo Fu before him, a feeling of cold fear had involuntarily surfaced in Jiuying's heart.

Jiuying did not think this was fear of the human before him, but rather that an Ancestral Witch should be approaching his side.

For an Ancestral Witch to come over was a very terrifying thing for Jiuying.

If that happened, he might be kept behind by the Ancestral Witch. As a Demon God and high-level demon, Jiuying did not want to die in such an unknown and unclear way.

"Boom..."

Only to see the nine heads of Jiuying radiating a blood-red light, and countless Great Dao laws permeating from his body.

In an instant, the nine heads spewed out nine beams of light, roaring out—that was the attack that had just killed the Taiyi Golden Immortal Wu Clan member.

It was enough to pose a threat even to a Da Luo Golden Immortal powerhouse.

Jiuying did not know that the feeling in his heart at this moment was not brought to him by an Ancestral Witch, but by this human before him...