"Why won't you give it to me?"
Xiao Yi's face was cold as he stared directly at the Golden Emperor.
"Boy, I have already made myself clear just now, and yet you continue to pester?" the Golden Emperor said with a cold voice.
"It's not pestering," Xiao Yi replied sternly, "I'm just asking for an explanation."
"An explanation? Hahaha," the Golden Emperor laughed out loud.
On the entire spectator stand, tens of thousands of martial artists, some frowned, some sneered, some looked on with contempt.
They seemed to mock Xiao Yi's presumption in the presence of such an important figure as the Golden Emperor.
However, the sharp laughter surrounding him only caused Xiao Yi's eyes to narrow slightly, his gaze growing colder, but it did not trigger any other change in his expression.
"I have said it before," the Golden Emperor stated impatiently, "25 teams, nearly encompassing all the subteams from 16 countries, with hundreds of geniuses, have all died under your sword."
