From Xiao Ye, Emperor Dao felt a great threat.
He had already used three Emperor Martial Battle Techniques. Although he could suppress Xiao Ye, he still couldn't defeat him.
Xiao Ye possessed Emperor-level Combat Skills, which although couldn't be used freely, were enough to fend off Emperor Dao easily, and combined with his Domineering Body, he was not afraid of Emperor Dao at all.
A few months ago, Xiao Ye had just advanced to the Emperor Martial Realm, and in front of Emperor Dao, he was an existence that could be killed at will. Yet, within months, his cultivation had reached this level, able to contend with Emperor Dao.
How could Emperor Dao remain calm?
If another year were to pass, perhaps their positions would be reversed, with Xiao Ye easily being able to kill him.
"Heh... Emperor Dao, do you regret not killing me sooner?"
Seeing the killing intent emanating even more fiercely from Emperor Dao, Xiao Ye laughed coldly.
