"Oh? A little fellow from later generations?"
A surprised voice reached Ye Lin's ears.
Ye Lin immediately looked up. He didn't recognize him? It seemed he had no memories.
"This Emperor had thought the one challenging me would be the Sword Venerable, or someone else. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect it to be a little fellow from later generations."
"And a little fellow of the Human Race at that."
"For the Human Race of later generations to produce such a prodigy—truly, Heaven blesses the Human Race."
Above, Li Jinhuang slowly rose to his feet. As he did, an incomparably domineering aura spread in every direction.
The instant he sensed that aura, even Ye Lin could not help taking several steps back.
Coming back to himself, Ye Lin raised his head and stared at Li Jinhuang above with a face full of shock.
Just a single aura had made him involuntarily retreat?
This guy was rather strong.
What an incredibly dense aura of luck.
Hadn't Li Jinhuang failed to cultivate the Invincible Art?
If he had not cultivated it, where had such a dense aura of fortune come from?
"You little fellow, that expression of yours is rather strange."
Li Jinhuang above slightly furrowed his brow.
Why was this fellow wearing such an expression?
He seemed surprised, yet also puzzled?
Could it be that he had known this Emperor before?
"Little fellow, come. Let this Emperor see what you, a junior of later generations, are made of."
Li Jinhuang shook his head, driving the stray thoughts from his mind, then slowly raised his sword and pointed it at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin gripped Azure Frost and stared at Li Jinhuang ahead of him, the corners of his lips curving upward slightly.
"Gladly."
"First! He's challenging first place—he's challenging