The Twelfth Prince watched Lin Yue with an expressionless face, his voice ringing out through Divine Thought, "Although you possess a Divine Artifact, I also wield the power of Ancient Gods. If we fight, it is not certain that you will be able to kill me. Why don't you tell me, how exactly can we resolve the enmity between us?"
Though the Divine Artifact was powerful, Lin Yue had yet to achieve Proving and couldn't unleash its full might. Even with his own strength no less than the Twelfth Prince's, he couldn't injure the one protected by the Emperor Tribulation Power.
The power of the Divine Artifact was indeed enduring, but over the years, he had refined quite a portion of the Emperor Tribulation Power.
Therefore, he was at least confident in his self-preservation.
"Resolve the enmity?"
Lin Yue sneered and said, "Of course it can be resolved, provided you commit suicide right now, shattering your soul to pieces, then there will be no enmity between us."
