Sima Yang stood with his sword, snorting, "Out of respect for you being a grandmaster, I am reluctant to kill you just yet. Do you dare sign a battle challenge letter, a life-and-death contract with me?"
Sima Zhantian's entire body exuded a resolute fighting spirit, but he didn't immediately respond, turning his head to look at Ye Feng instead.
"My lord, grant your subordinate permission to fight and chop off this mongrel's head!"
"Granted!" Ye Feng slammed his chopsticks down on the table.
"Very well!"
Sima Yang laughed, then turned his head to Moo Xilin and said loudly, "Go and relay my message, please inform the other commanders of the Southern Territory to assemble at the training ground. I want them to witness a great spectacle!"