"Just now you asked this deity whether the Emperor knew of my actions?"
On Taiyin Emperor's face appeared a cold smile, his eyes dark as night: "Even if he knows, what does it matter? Not to mention that you are merely a thousand-year-old Immortal now.
Even if you're given a hundred thousand years, you might only reach the rank of a high Golden Immortal.
Baili Yu, before me, what do you have to boast about?"
He stood up and with a blank expression, pressed the cold sole of his boot into Baili Yu's cheek.
From beginning to end, he did not use any Divine Communication Skills, but rather used the simplest and most insolent means to grind Baili Yu's dignity into the mud.
Baili Yu could only roar angrily from the pit, but what followed was an even heavier stomp, rain-soaked mud poured into his mouth, making him unable to even roar.
