"Damn it! How could that spoiled brat possibly possess such overwhelming strength? It's a fairy tale. I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death."
In the gloomy death-row cell, Su Ming tugged fiercely at his chains, trying to break free, while cursing Ye Tian. He refused to believe that strength had been Ye Tian's own.
"Hah, a hypocrite, a spoiled brat, a complete and utter waste."
"He must have had his Dao Protector act in secret. Otherwise, how could a mere wisp of his aura have suppressed me!"
Su Ming had absolute confidence in his own strength, and he had unleashed quite a few lethal techniques as well.
His strength was extraordinary. Though he could not claim to be far ahead of everyone else, he was still among the best of his peers.
Moreover, his cultivation advanced at an unimaginable speed. Given time, and with the divine abilities in his ring, he would surely spread his wings and soar ten thousand miles, realizing his grand ambitions.
Thinking this, Su Ming glanced at the ancient bronze ring on his middle finger. It was exceedingly weathered, with wisps of ancient aura coiling around it, radiating a terrifying pressure.
This very ring had completely changed his destiny, and it was also his greatest trump card.
As long as he still had the ring, rising again was only a matter of time.
It probably would not even take very long.
"Hmph, Ye Tian, just you wait."
"What's so impressive about having your Dao Protector act for you? You just stood out in the open and released your aura?"
Su Ming believed his deduction was correct. Ye Tian must have stood up and pretended to release his aura while his Dao Protector secretly suppressed him, leaving him in such a wretched state.