Dugu Ming was greatly astonished, "Northern King, what do you mean by this? Are you really considering taking action?"
Ye Feng turned his head and smiled, "Do you think that's impossible?"
"Absolutely not!" Dugu Ming hurriedly came over and urged, "If you were at your peak, I would be extremely grateful if you stepped forward. However, given your current condition, it's not that I don't trust you, but it's really... it's really..."
He couldn't bring himself to say any more, but what he meant was pretty obvious—it was as if you are practically a cripple now; if you go up, wouldn't you just be throwing your life away?
Sima Zhantian suddenly stepped forward, clasping his hands and saying, "My lord, allow me to fight and extinguish this bald Grand Lama!"
Ye Feng shook his head with a smile, "You're not up to it. To defeat him, you'd need at least another ten or eight years of training."
