Nodding his head, the Third Prince saw that, despite being badly injured and bloodied, Ye Qingyu's battle intent continued to burn. The latter's broken body did not waver in the slightest, resembling an iron spear stuck firmly into the ground. To the Third Prince, it was as if seeing his own figure of many years back. After staring for quite a while, he sighed and turned to leave.

He did not try persuading Ye Qingyu to admit defeat again.

As a fellow human, he knew what an insult ...