C282 The Competition Tomorrow
"General, you give me too much credit," Ye Xiaoyun replied, gasping for breath as he retracted his Dharma Power, his clothes drenched with sweat.
"To think, I never imagined a Rank Six Martial Sovereign could compel me to exert the might of a Rank Nine," the black-robed general said, his eyes showing deep appreciation for Ye Xiaoyun.
"General, your power is overwhelming