Watching Ye Ling climb out again, Emperor Yasi felt a sudden thrill of fear in his heart.
He was all too familiar with his own attacks. His powerful strikes, even for a fighter as mighty as himself, were not to be taken head-on without risking death or injury.
Yet this guy had just climbed out of the pit seemingly unscathed.
Ye Ling climbed out of the pit, his face covered in dust: "Cough cough, damn it, almost choked to death."
"Tsk tsk, your strength is really something. Worthy of someone who has one foot in the Transcendence Tribulation Stage. Not bad, not bad."
It sounded like Ye Ling was praising Emperor Yasi, but as a cold curve formed at the corners of his mouth, his momentum suddenly shifted.
"However, you've completely pissed me off, a guy who hasn't even reached the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, making me this miserable, how embarrassing is that?"
