Tyrant Yang Jie, I Acknowledge You as the Strongest!

A farce!?

Bai Ye's words instantly filled Yang Jie, inside the Ironflow Heavenly Puppet, with a sense of crisis.

He Qianjun and the others were dumbfounded. Tyrant had displayed such terrifying power, yet in this man's eyes, it was merely a farce?

"I admit that your methods are mysterious, far beyond any Transcendent I've ever seen. But defeating me won't be so easy!" Yang Jie's grave voice came from within the Iron Colossus.

It was clear just how convincing Bai Ye's act had been. Even Tyrant was wary of him.

However, what Tyrant said was different from what Bai Ye had imagined. In a situation like this, shouldn't he at least say, "I, Tyrant Yang Jie, acknowledge you as the strongest"?

Fine. Since he would not say it, Bai Ye would say it himself!

"Tyrant Yang Jie, in this era, you can indeed be called the pinnacle of the age. I acknowledge you as the strongest!"

There was a trace of gratification in Bai Ye's calm voice, like an elder watching a promising junior.

"But..."

He suddenly changed his tone, his gratification carrying a hint of regret. "You are only the strongest within this era. The limitations of your age have bound you, preventing you from seeing the true scenery at the Absolute Peak."

"The Absolute Peak? That really is something to look forward to..."

Inside the Ironflow Heavenly Puppet, Yang Jie showed no fear at all. Instead, his blood began to boil with a long-lost fervor—the soaring fighting spirit he had possessed before becoming one of the Ten Kings, when facing one powerful enemy after another!

He had never become one of the Ten Kings by overpowering others through sheer strength. He had fought his way there step by step, winning countless battles against stronger opponents!

At this moment,