The Southern Barbarian Emperor heard this and glanced at Ling Tianyu. Could a small person really pierce the sky?
It was truly the first time he had heard such a thing, though it couldn't be said to be entirely new. Unfortunately, throughout history, small people have always been dogs under great figures.
Perhaps even less than a dog, destined to die sooner or later.
"True Martial Saint, you were born into the Emperor Lineage, with very powerful ancestors. You were born standing at a very high level. Even if you haven't reached the peak, you are still a great figure."
"And like us, those not on the Orthodox Path, without credentials, even if one day we reach the peak, we are still small people." The Southern Barbarian Emperor took a deep breath, looking up, with unmistakable resentment in his gaze and a deeply low spirit.
Ling Tianyu didn't fully agree with his words but acknowledged their truth.
