"My Emperor?!" Ye Meng and the others widened their eyes. They had been too focused on fighting those three old men to notice Ye Luo's movements. To their surprise, Ye Luo had silently crossed the battlefield and arrived at Duncan's side.
"Ye Luo?!" The Three Saints furrowed their brows, immediately halting their advance.
The Fist Saint looked at Ye Luo, who was holding Duncan hostage, and chuckled. "I've heard so much about the Zerg Emperor lately that my ears have grown calluses. But seeing you now, your reputation hardly lives up to the hype. What, the mighty Zerg Emperor can only rely on taking a weakling hostage to save his own life now? Heh, boy, if you're a man, step forward and fight me one-on-one. As long as you last one minute against me, I'll let you leave!"
Ye Luo grinned. "You old dog, you've lived for thousands of years, yet it seems you've only grown muscles, not brains. Never mind whether you'd keep your promise—asking a little Rank 21 like me to throw away the trump card in my hand and duel a Rank 24 fossil like you already proves your IQ is worrying..."
The Fist Saint's expression instantly turned cold. "Trump card? Ye Luo, do you really think that taking Duncan hostage means we can do nothing to you?"
Through the Overlord's vision, Ye Luo saw the Ye brothers using Healing Aphids to treat their injuries. Deliberately stalling for time, he said, "Old dog, Duncan is a council member, and his family controls the Gibraltar Civilization now. You three may be powerful, but that doesn't mean you can necessarily do anything to his family. If Duncan dies in my hands, you three old dogs probably won't have an easy time of it either..."
"Impudent!" Ye Luo called them