This feeling was truly stifling!
Even against Flame Prince, his longtime rival since childhood, he had never felt so stifled. They had always been evenly matched, each winning and losing in turn. It was impossible for him to feel so oppressed!
Yet when facing Ye Xiwen, he felt an exceptional sense of suffocation.
Because he had never defeated Ye Xiwen. That was the greatest problem. If he had won before, it would have been one thing, but it was not merely that he had failed to win. Even he himself could see that Ye Xiwen had completely restrained his poison arts. That was what frustrated him most, and the fundamental reason he relentlessly insisted on putting Ye Xiwen to death.
Other than Ye Xiwen, everyone else qualified to be his opponent feared him to some degree. Because of his poison arts, he had even become one of the most dangerous among them. But before Ye Xiwen, it was completely different.
His poison arts seemed to have little effect on Ye Xiwen.
They could be said to have been utterly restrained!
He even felt a kind of fear. Whenever he faced Ye Xiwen, he had no chance of victory at all!
This feeling left him as if he were sitting on pins and needles, as though he might suffocate at any moment!
It was like encountering someone who could crush you to death with a single slap at any time. That fear rising from the depths of one's heart could not be suppressed. The only solution was to strangle that person in the cradle, to utterly snuff out that danger, and only then could this deep-rooted terror be eased.
After casting Ye Xiwen a resentful glance, Poison Prince left on his own. As long as they remained undefeated, they would meet