"..."
Sikong Jiu nearly choked.
He cursed, "If you have the guts, don't run! Today I'll beat you into a lump of Hongmeng Purple Qi repeatedly, so you'll know what respecting your elders mean!"
"Pfft."
The Eight Desolate Cauldron burst into laughter.
Li Shenhuang's Emperor Artifact didn't say anything mocking or condescending, which made Sikong Jiu even more furious.
Because the laughter that the other couldn't hold back was the greatest insult to him.
"The Supreme Emperor, capture it, today we'll smash it into Hongmeng Purple Qi!" Sikong Jiu turned to seek help.
He knew.
With his current strength, it was impossible to shatter the Emperor Artifact.
In the mortal world, there's a saying that fists fear the young and sticks fear the old, but in the Cultivation World, it doesn't hold true.
As long as the fists are hard enough, even young people can punch an old master to death. When the realms are similar or the gap isn't large, experience becomes an asset.
