For a time, everyone watched the Seven Dragon Sovereigns and Li Tianming.
Would Li Tianming accept the challenge?
That seemed to depend on the Seven Dragon Sovereigns.
Li Shenjian's trap was obvious. Everyone expected the Seven Dragon Sovereigns would not agree.
The White Dragon Sovereign, Long Wanying, suddenly burst into laughter, her face full of disbelief. "Is this the Sovereign's ninth son? You sure have lofty dreams. Why don't you carefully count how old you are? As the Sovereign's son, your talent should, by all rights, be the greatest under heaven."
"What a joke. Yet today, you are here asking someone less than half your age to determine victory or defeat with you. Where is the face of the Order Celestial Clan? Even if you win, would it be glorious? Why don't you find a three-year-old child to compete with and compare talent?"
She had never spared anyone with her tongue.
Such mocking words truly left Li Shenjian flushed with embarrassment, unable to answer.
"You've got quite the beautiful idea there. Asking Li Tianming to determine victory or defeat with you—isn't that the same as asking him to hand Dragonblood Desolation over to you?"
"I'm laughing. Why don't you challenge the White Dragon Sovereign to determine victory or defeat?"
Many people from the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect burst into laughter.
To be honest, all this dialogue directly attacked the Order Celestial Clan, not the Hidden Dragon Hall.
This left figures such as Li Yaoshi and Li Xiaoyan simmering with anger.
Li Yaoshi's gaze was icy as he said,
"Your mouth is certainly big. No matter how great one's talent is, if one does not live long enough, it is all empty talk."
His words were also a threat.
As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at Long Wanying. Naturally, he was alluding