Chapter 514: The Legend of the Human Emperor: The Martial Lord (I)

The mountains and rivers are in turmoil.

Human domain, human race.

An unknown town somewhere.

"Run! The poisonous leopards are coming! Run!"

"Ahhh! Don't kill me!"

"Don't eat me, I don't want to die!"

A huge cheetah with a height of seven or eight meters jumped around in the town.

It would bite a human half to pieces with its mouth open.

The poisonous leopards are a very weak race among all races, basically at the bottom of the food chain.

But such a race can feed on humans at will.

Because the human race has a high birth rate, strong reproductive ability, and bright meat, and most importantly.

The human race is weak!

The stone tools made by the human race can't even break his fur.

Therefore, the poisonous leopards, a race at the bottom of the food chain of all races, like to feed on humans the most.

Look, a few tall human strong men came to rescue with stone tools, and a few poisonous leopards flashed disdain in their eyes.

These humans look muscular, tall and strong, but they are actually weak. They can slap humans into blood mist with one slap.

Sometimes the Poison Leopards will also feel confused and puzzled.

Why is there such a weak race as humans in the world?

Teeth and claws, all degenerated.

Obviously four legs are faster, but they only have two legs, which is much slower than themselves.

In addition, the muscles on their bodies are also seriously degenerated, weak, and very small.

Such humans are simply born to be food.

Another town was hunted by the Poison Leopards, and tens of thousands of people in the city were killed.

And this scene happened in various places in Kyushu at the same time. The human race is too weak.

Weak to the point of being unable to fight back in the face of oppression and bullying by the Ten Thousand Races.

No matter what aspect they are, they are not as good as the Ten Thousand Races, far behind!

"Alas! Our Wucheng is the largest city among the surrounding cities. The next target of the Ten Thousand Races should be our Wucheng. Are these 350,000 human beings going to become the food of the Ten Thousand Races?"

In the city lord's tent, everyone was discussing the life and death of Wucheng.

"Wu Ji, you are here again to peek at Dad and the uncles and uncles discussing important matters!"

Outside the tent, a young man was lying at the door stealthily, eavesdropping on the voices in the tent.

The young man was frightened and trembled all over when he realized someone was scolding him.

He hurriedly got up from the ground and turned around. A woman put her hands on her waist and glared at him.

Wu Ji touched the cold sweat on his head awkwardly.

"Mom...I'm sorry...Hehehe!"

As he said that, he turned around and ran away.

"This kid! Really!"

The woman frowned, too naughty.

Wu Ji is the son of the city lord of Wucheng. At this time, he is only a twelve-year-old boy with a naughty nature.

Because of his immense strength, he is called the devil of Wucheng.

The boy ran towards the grassland, shouting into the wind.

"Wuji, don't run so fast!"

"We can't catch up! Slow down, Wuji!"

The boy ignored the voice behind him.

"You are too weak, exercise more, otherwise, you will be eaten by all races!"

Wuji laughed.

Now he still doesn't know what huge changes will come to his life.

He also doesn't know what kind of person he will become in the future.

His biggest dream now is to live a good life with his father, mother, and little sister.

And this is a luxury for the human race in this era!

So, the gears of fate began to turn.

The journey of the first human emperor Wuzhu in history began from this small town!