The Imperial Palace and the sky were equally silent. People stared at Jing Jiu in front of the hall, speechless with shock, thinking they had misheard him.
You had cultivated for a mere few decades, and you wanted to fight True Person Tan?
True Person Tan was the undisputed strongest cultivator on the Chaotian Continent, just as True Person Liu Ci had been. He had broken the Imperial City Grand Formation with an effortless step, and his profound Daoist arts had reached the pinnacle. How could you possibly be his match?
True Person Tan said with feeling, "Your confidence and bearing are just as they were back then, True Person."
Jing Jiu said, "I am the Green Mountain Sect Master. Of course I should fight. I still understand that much."
"Even if you are True Person Jingyang reborn, your cultivation realm is still too low. You cannot possibly be my match," True Person Tan told him earnestly.
At these words, the ministers' voices gradually subsided, while the powerful cultivators in the sky grew thoughtful.
Yes, the white-robed man standing in Imperial Palace Square was the youngest Green Mountain Sect Master, and very possibly True Person Jingyang reborn.
If that was indeed the case, then of course he ought to be this confident, even when facing True Person Tan.
What would have been arrogance in anyone else was only natural for True Person Jingyang.
This was the consensus of the cultivation world.
Just like another consensus.
"I have never met a true opponent."
Jing Jiu said.
Jingyang had never had an opponent in his previous life, and he had never lost in this life either.
Everyone's gaze fell on True Person Tan again, wanting to know his decision.
Many thought True Person Tan would accept Jing Jiu's challenge, because even if