Special Training

"Heh, what right do you have to issue a challenge?" Yang Zhihe said calmly. There was displeasure in his voice, and there was also a sense of anger.

However, this was the An Clan's territory—even though it had already been destroyed. However, even An Tayun hadn't lashed out, so they naturally couldn't use force, either.

As much as they were esteemed guests, it would still be disrespectful for them to usurp the host's position. In any case, An Tayun was also a Second Tier Heavenly Venerate.

Ling Han pointed at Yang Zhihe, and said, "If you don't dare to battle, then piss off to the side. Don't spew any more nonsense. That, um, Little An, we won't take advantage of them, either, even though your daughter is already infatuated with my grandson. Come, don't cultivators speak with their fists? We'll hold a battle at the same cultivation level and determine the victor that way. What do you say?"