A powerful ancient genius's avatar was the best touchstone for him. Dominating among his peers no longer meant much to him.
He wanted to rule over the realm of all geniuses since time immemorial and defeat every genius. His current strength was still insufficient to contend with these freakish talents at the same level, but an avatar was effectively an indirect opportunity.
He had been born on Dragon Island, possessed terrifyingly powerful innate divine abilities, and inherited the supreme legacy of the Ancestral Dragon. Above heaven and below earth, whom had he ever feared? Yet in the end, Ji Renwang had thoroughly taught him a lesson.
Even if the other party came from Emperor Clan Ji, even if he came from the Martial Sect, such an outcome was still utterly unacceptable to him.
The Martial Sect was indeed incomparably illustrious, but Dragon Island was likewise a revered inheritance that had produced an Emperor. In terms of background, he was inferior to no one; in terms of cultivation, he considered himself among the foremost powerful beings in the world.
And what had happened? He had been beaten like a dog in battle against Ji Renwang's avatar. Moreover, Ji Renwang's final surrender seemed even more like a joke to him. After giving him a thorough beating, Ji Renwang had surrendered—clearly making a mockery of him.
He also knew that, at this moment, everyone probably saw him as a joke.
Especially when Ye Xiwen appeared, he knew that Ye Xiwen's battle with Yuan Hong had ended in Ye Xiwen's victory. It did not even appear to have been a miserable, hard-won victory. Both had fought ancient geniuses, yet their results had differed so vastly. This made him suppress boundless fury in his heart.
Ye Xiwen looked at Ao Chaozong but did not immediately