“Actually, this marriage proposal from the Shen Tu family clan is a great opportunity for the Lin family. Once it becomes a reality, the Lin family will gain a peerless Great Empress and will gain unmatchable benefits, however… it is unexpected that the matter has not proceeded smoothly. It has been dragged for two years, and till now, it seems like the Shen Tu family clan is pleading the Lin family. We have lowered our stance, yet the Lin family still looks at us with animosity. Even our Desolate Heaven technique is being questioned.”
“Since you have your doubts, I shall still use that same sentence, beat down others until they are convinced! I shall stand here, so feel free to challenge me!”
After Song Ziyue finished saying these words, the words resounded throughout the square. People raged upon hearing it. This kid had not even grown out his hair, yet he is already this arrogant?
One had to know that one’s mental strength was greatly expended in Desolate Heaven technique battles, so one could not battle against people one after another!
In a martial arts showdown, some people could win 4-5 matches due to their endurance, but in a Desolate Heaven technique showdown, just fighting two matches was already very difficult.
What gave Song Ziyue the right to say this?
“He is just someone from the Song family and his master is the Shen Tu family clan’s Thousand Hand Granny. He is just a junior. How dare he speak those words with his status? Can he represent the Shen Tu family clan?”
Someone from the Lin family said with disdain, but someone beside him said, “Actually, he can. It is precisely because he is not from the Shen Tu family clan that he does not need to mince his words as he is both an outsider and a junior. What he is saying now is what the Shen Tu family clan is thinking. The upper echelons of the Shen Tu family clan are just using his mouth to say it…”
Many of them knew that the Shen Tu family clan was not satisfied with the current situation. The Shen Tu family clan wished that the Lin family would make their decision shortly.
“This kid is too arrogant!”
In the Evening Breeze Pavilion, Lin Yuan was the first person who could not take this sitting down. Song Ziyue was sixteen years old, the same as as him, so he could go up to do battle!
As if feeling Lin Yuan’s gaze, Song Ziyue turned around and looked towards him with a smile. Song Ziyue’s expression was calm and amiable, but his lips moved slightly as a voice transmission rang in Lin Yuan’s ears.
“Come on up, trash.”