Qing Ming, the supreme deity, sighed, knowing full well that what the Purple Emperor had said was nothing but the hard truth.
For countless ages, as one of the Nine Colors Supremes, they knew each other's capabilities through and through. At their level of status, even when ensnared in chains, interrogating them for information was virtually impossible.
Feng Yin coughed and said, "I haven't even tried yet. Speaking of which, my connection with the Purple Emperor runs deep, though we've never actually met face to face until today..."
"You? A mere junior, what gives you the right to face me directly?!"
The Purple Emperor glared at him, filled with hatred, "Even if you did get the upper hand over me, what then? You—"
Here, a barrage of swearing is omitted.
Everyone was stunned.
Never had anyone expected that the Purple Emperor, with his cultivation and temperament, would curse a junior for a good half-minute. It truly showed how much he loathed and resented Feng Yin!