This made a ball of anger flare up in Li Tianming's heart.
"However, if you really can defeat him, the Three Daoyu Families won't be such sore losers. If you act a little more like a gentleman, admit that you were indeed forcing seedlings to grow by tugging them upward and that your potential is limited, and give him some face, then perhaps you might climb a high branch and befriend someone of supreme status? I heard Sui Shenzhao has a fairly good temperament." Lan Yun curled her lips.
"That'll do."
All Li Tianming wanted was a fair spar.
If defeating his opponent meant getting hunted down by an ancient clan, then what the hell was the point of fighting?
"Are you sure you want to make your move within a month?" Lan Yun asked.
Because the limit Sui Shenzhao had set for Li Tianming was before he turned a hundred, and there were still over twenty years left.
Over twenty years later?
That held no meaning at all for Li Tianming.
"I'll go challenge the Myriad Daos Skyward Battlefield in a moment. I'm ranked over six thousand right now, and I still need to fight a few people before I qualify to challenge those within the top two thousand. Once I'm done, I'll send him a challenge letter directly," Li Tianming said.
"You really are impatient." The corner of Lan Yun's lips lifted slightly in a scornful smile. "So eager to make a fool of yourself."
"At least others don't even have the qualifications to make this kind of fool of themselves." Li Tianming laughed.
"That's true." Lan Yun smiled faintly.
At this point, Li Tianming bit his lip and said no more. He turned and headed straight for the Myriad Daos Skyward Battlefield.
Outside, news of Sui Shenzhao's