However, at this moment the Old Demon Emperor's steps didn't halt in the slightest. He kept walking forward, each step squeezing into the ground that had been melted by magma and dragon breath into a semi-liquid mess.
"Wait, Royal Father, Father! I'm your most beloved son!" the Witch Demon King said, that monster whose body had been corroded by dragon breath until it looked like a skeleton, speaking from eye sockets where You Lan ghostfire flickered.
He wanted to live, to keep on living…
No matter how pathetic that life was, no matter what… he still wanted to become the Emperor of the Empire. Obviously he was the one who should be Emperor; how could those two lung-fog eldest and second brothers compare to him?
He was the one everyone called a genius, the one whose learning far surpassed that of his father!
From childhood to now, everyone had called him a genius, said that his talent far exceeded that of his own father.
Obviously he was the best candidate for Emperor!
