Yu Nianzhen sighed and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"Fellow Daoist, could it be you don't understand the current situation?" Jiang Yue asked angrily.
"Fellow Daoist only needs to accept the challenge. There is no need for any other words." The person continued.
His eyes were filled with contempt as he looked at Jiang Yue, and the silver-haired beauty was hard-pressed not to attack him.
"I will accept the challenge. The time will be one year from now." Yu Nianzhen said.
"One year? Is the Supreme Sword God unwilling to face me? Is he afraid he can't win?" The person sneered, and several people laughed in derision.
"Who do you think you are? Why do we need to fear you?" Jiang Yue also sneered before he continued.
"We are about to go to war, and all fellow Daoists should understand that this is not the right time to fight amongst ourselves."
