"You think just because you defeated Jun Shitian within the same realm, you are entitled to some arrogance?"
"I, the son of the Iron Blood Emperor, am not that fool. I won't be so stupid as to seal my own cultivation just to have a duel with you!"
The demeanor of the Iron Blood Emperor's son was majestic and imposing, unity between heaven and man; his every breath was enveloped by divine light, drowning the heaven and earth, surrounded by endless halos and accompanied by numerous anomalies—as if a Great Emperor had walked out from thousands of years ago, manifesting in the world.
Yet within his profound eyes, at that moment, a boundless intent to kill was unleashed, firmly locking onto Xiao Ye.
Even Xiao Ye had to admit, if he set aside his prejudice towards the Iron Blood Emperor's son, the latter indeed possessed the potential to forge a supreme Emperor's Road in this era of decline without the presence of another Great Emperor.
