Fighting a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate

For an Eighth Heaven Celestial King to speak as equals with a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate was slightly unimaginable. Ling Han really had a puffed up opinion of himself, didn't he?

But this Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate of the Yun Clan merely smiled slightly, and was not the slightest bit angered. He replied, "My name is Yun Haoyang."

"Good name." Ling Han nodded.

"Little guy, you are indeed considerably freakish, being able to suppress peak-stage Ninth Heaven Celestial Kings when you yourself are only in the Eighth Heaven. Perhaps your glory can dazzle the ages. Even among those lords Seventh Tier Heavenly Venerates from before, there are only a very few that can be considered your equal." Yun Haoyang made a very high assessment of Ling Han.

"But you should understand that Celestial Kings are only Celestial Kings in the end. In front of a Pseudo-Heavenly Venerate, they are merely trash."