"Kneel before me."
The voice of the Ice Emperor was filled with authority, as if it were an edict from a divine being.
"Kneel."
The voices of a hundred Extreme Realm Martial Artists carried a powerful pressure.
Under the dual pressures, Xiao Yi instantly felt as if a mountain bore down on him, the discomfort extreme.
Yet, his expression remained unchanged.
Seconds later, Xiao Yi's body began to bend slightly.
Bing Wuying and the others sneered in secret, "The little bastard is about to kneel."
However, the next second, Xiao Yi, who had just started to bend, stood up straight again.
"How is that possible." Faces of Bing Wuying, Han Ming, and the rest changed.
How could Xiao Yi withstand such immense pressure?
And how could a body that had already started bending stand up straight again?
"Hmm?" The Ice Emperor also frowned.
Xiao Yi spoke indifferently, "That bow just now was a gesture of respect toward an elder."