Chapter 272

That familiar aura—it was the human race, the very race he had once fed upon.

When did the human race, once mere fodder, become so powerful?

True, today's primordial humans are indeed stronger than the later, post-primordial humans, but the true peak experts of the entire human race are few.

Not to mention finding a human expert capable of battling him, Jiuying, a top-level Da Luo.

After all, though humans are the future masters of heaven and earth, right now it is the Witches and Demons who are the true masters of the Primordial World, gathering its merit and fortune.

Thus, as the future masters, the human race's own merit and fortune are still insufficient.

In the future, when the Witches and Demons fade from the stage, only then will the human race, as the next generation of heaven-earth masters, truly erupt.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors—each one was a top-tier expert.

But as the protagonist of the next age, the human race, in some ways, is also slightly tragic.

During the Era of Long Feng and Qilin, and even now in the Era of Witches and Demons, the Saints were not always present.

Even when the Three Pure Ones and others attained the Dao and became Saints, at that time the Witches and Demons had already reached their peak—should a Saint wish to strike against them, it would not be easy.

They might instead suffer backlash from the Heavenly Dao's cosmic calamity.

But when the human race flourishes in the future, it will be different.

The human race has no exceptionally powerful experts, so during that era, many Saints divided and seized much of the human race's merit and fortune.

As heaven-earth masters, how could the human race's prestige in the Primordial Era possibly compare to that of the Witches and Demons, or even the masters of the Era of Long Feng and Qilin?

Who could have imagined it?

During the Journey to the West Era, the human race had the lofty Heavenly Court above them, and the Western Fomen also towered above them—even ordinary demon clans could slaughter humans.

In a sense, this kind of heaven-earth master is truly a colossal joke.

At this moment, which race would dare casually slaughter the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan? If any race dared do so, that race would surely await annihilation.

This is the tyranny of the Witches and Demons today.

Only they can strike others; if others strike them, it is pure suicide.

"You are human," the demonic god Jiuying said in disbelief.

In his mind, the human race—mere fodder—when had it become so powerful?

"Correct, I am indeed human," Luo Fu smiled faintly. "How, did you not expect it?"

"Human," the demonic god Jiuying suddenly sneered. "I thought it was someone else—turns out it's just a pitiful human. You're nothing but my fodder. You've come here to avenge those other fodders?"

"Avenge?" Luo Fu's gaze turned icy. "Demonic god Jiuying, I never mentioned vengeance. You were the one who appeared before me, seeking to seize the spiritual root in my hands."

"Hahaha, true," Jiuying laughed loudly. "Human, with your strength, you must be among the very top few experts of your race. I advise you to hand over that spiritual root to me—otherwise, I cannot control what other demon clans might do to your human race."

At this moment, the demonic god Jiuying was not only threatening Luo Fu's life, but also Luo Fu's entire human race.

Correct.

Given Jiuying's status, if he wished to massacre the human race en masse, he could easily do so.

After all, to some extent, the human race does reproduce rapidly across the Primordial Earth; for the high echelons of the Demon Clan, as long as they don't exterminate the humans entirely, it's acceptable.

"Is that so?" Luo Fu's gaze was cold. "Jiuying, I don't know what other demon clans might do—but as for you, I know you won't live past today."

Facing such an arrogant Jiuying, Luo Fu showed no mercy—he had already decided to leave this high echelon of the Demon Clan here.

As for offending Ye Tiandi, Dong Huang Taiyi, or their entire Demon Clan, Luo Fu felt no fear or worry—not because he had Saint Tongtian as his backer.

But because of his own strength, and his max-level comprehension.

In the end, it might not be Dong Huang Taiyi and the others coming after him—he would be the one coming after Dong Huang Taiyi and the others.

So what if he is a heaven-earth master? Luo Fu felt no concern whatsoever about the influence of the Heavenly Dao's cosmic calamity.

This is the terrifying power of a Heavenly Dao-level comprehension.

Even the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World could have its flaws exposed by Luo Fu.

This mere cosmic calamity? Luo Fu could see through it effortlessly.

"Won't live past today?" The demonic god Jiuying's pupils glowed with icy light. "A mere human, how dare you be so arrogant? Even if your body has attained the Dao, the gap in strength between us cannot be bridged by mere physical might."

"And do you think your previous strike inflicted any real damage?"

As he spoke, Jiuying's thousand-zhang body began rapidly healing—his shattered, bleeding palm mended itself.

In an instant, all injuries Jiuying had suffered vanished completely.

"I've no more time to waste with you. Kill you, and that supreme spiritual root is mine," Jiuying snarled.

To Jiuying, even if the opponent were a Saint's disciple, what did it matter?

As long as he obtained this primordial spiritual root, his strength would break through—from Da Luo Jinxian to a Zhun Sheng.

Then, even if the Saints demanded accountability, as a high echelon of the Demon Clan, Jiuying had nothing to fear.

Though the Witches and Demons feared the Saints, they were not truly terrified of them.

"Die, brat…" Jiuying roared, no longer willing to delay—he felt an inexplicable chill of dread rising within him at the sight of Luo Fu.

Jiuying did not believe this fear came from the human before him; he assumed a Zu Wu was approaching.

A Zu Wu's arrival was a terrifying prospect for Jiuying.

If that happened, he might be trapped and killed—and as a demonic god and high echelon of the Demon Clan, Jiuying had no desire to die so pointlessly.

"Boom—"

Jiuying's nine heads glowed crimson, and countless Dao principles radiated from his body.

In an instant, nine beams of light erupted from his heads, the same attack that had slain the Tai Yi Jin Xian Zu Wu.

Powerful enough to threaten even a Da Luo Jinxian.

Jiuying did not know that the dread he felt now was not from a Zu Wu approaching—it was from the human before him…