"Emperor Ye, so this is all you are. You regard me as an ant, yet you never thought this mere ant could make you, who is high and mighty, to be utterly discomfited."
Long Yan looked at Emperor Ye, a faint smile on his face. As his words fell, the smile on his face began to fade, replaced by a chill spreading from his eyes.
"I'll tell you now that I, Long Yan, am not just any ant. Many have despised me, but they've all been trampled under my feet, or turned into a corpse. Emperor Ye, do you want to give it a try?"
There was a dominance in his cold voice. The message was apparent - Long Yan intended to trample Emperor Ye underfoot, aspiring to rise to great heights.
"Many people have sought death, what's one more? This Emperor will fulfill your wish!"
The voice of Emperor Ye was cold, every note bone-chilling, enough to freeze a soul.
"Can you handle it?"
