"Hahaha, not bad. For the Human Race of later generations to produce a monster like you—truly not bad."
Looking at Ye Lin before him, Li Jinhuang suddenly threw back his head and laughed.
At the same time, he casually tossed aside the Long Sword in his hand.
"Why won't you fight me?"
Seeing Li Jinhuang's inexplicable actions, a flicker of confusion passed through Ye Lin's eyes.
The Li Jinhuang with his memories hadn't fought me before, and now the Li Jinhuang without his memories still won't fight me?
"Because it's already over. You've won."
Li Jinhuang gave Ye Lin an enigmatic smile.
"This Hundred Heroes Ranking is, in the end, merely something the Heavenly Dao simulated based on one's growth and experiences. It cannot display true strength."
"The ten swords are the trial. If you can withstand them, then you win."
"If you wish to have a true, fair battle with me, then go find my true body."
Li Jinhuang laughed heartily, then turned and walked toward the golden chair ahead.
Then, right beneath Ye Lin's gaze, Li Jinhuang slowly sat down upon the chair.
"From this moment onward, you are first on the Hundred Heroes Ranking. If anyone refuses to accept it, they may seek out this Emperor's true body for a battle."
"Seeing you, this Emperor can finally set his mind at ease."
"Very good."
Li Jinhuang smiled and nodded at Ye Lin, then slowly closed his eyes.
His body, together with the golden chair beneath him, vanished at once, as though they had never existed.
Ye Lin put away Azure Frost, feeling somewhat melancholic.
Again, it was like this.
The meaning behind that fellow's words was simple: even if he fought him now and won, it would still be an unworthy victory.
Because this was only an