Steel Gate.
Old Iron Anchor had now understood one fact: this young man who looked like a pretty boy was no pretty boy at all, but an overwhelmingly powerful expert who was extremely hard to provoke. Judging people by appearances, he had been like an old hunter who hunted geese all his life, only to have his eyes pecked out by one in the end.
With just that one misstep in judgment, the entire situation had already become an irreparable, unbearable defeat.
He looked at Yue Yang, who wore a smile, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
If giving his life could undo it, Old Iron Anchor would have offered it without the slightest hesitation.
Yet nothing could turn back now... No wonder Duckweed had fallen for him. He truly was a man worth giving up everything to follow. Duckweed had not misjudged him; she had always possessed keen eyes and exceptional intelligence!
"What is your name?" Old Iron Anchor tried his best to remain calm, pretending that the hundreds of elite guards' corpses before Steel Gate did not exist.
"My name? Don't you already know it?" Yue Yang was equally calm, utterly unlike an intruder who had just slaughtered hundreds of guards.
"Then who are you?" Old Iron Anchor asked about Yue Yang's identity.
"If you are asking about my identity, then I can tell you loudly: I am the new generation's Prison Emperor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower." Yue Yang smiled like a little fox.
"Im-pos-si-ble!" Old Iron Anchor denied it word by word. The young man before him could be anyone—the most outstanding genius pursuer among the hidden clans of the Heaven Realm, the remnants of the Heaven-Piercing Tower, or someone else entirely. But there was one thing he absolutely could not be: the new generation's