"I acknowledge your current strength, it's enough to place you among the foremost rank of fighters on the Ancient Battlefield, but you are still far behind us individuals of Prince Level."
"Today, your Imperial Dynasty Token and the Void Martial Realm Technique you're cultivating—I have decided they are mine!" Prince Bei Huang gazed at Xiao Ye, his stature tall and straight, his black hair like ink, his blue robe fluttering, exuding ease and composure, making it impossible for one to fathom his depth.
His voice seemed to merge with heaven and earth, every syllable trembling through the void.
"Want my things? If you have the strength, feel free to take them!" Xiao Ye smiled faintly upon hearing this, not underestimating his opponent.
As a child of an Emperor Martial Realm powerhouse, his status and background were much stronger than Xiao Ye's, impossible not to have a trump card to dominate one side.
But wasn't Xiao Ye the same?
