บท 1119: Number One Below Saint Plane in All of Dali Dynasty

Ye Futian's body had sword will circling him as soon as he finished talking. He turned his eyes at Di Hao, looking calm and without a hint of irritation.

So the students of Daoli Mountain are unable to sit well with the imperial advisor taking me in as his student, eh? Futian thought. Well then, we'll have to fight it out.

A bolt of lightning streaked through the air. Ye Futian shot to the sky like a sword. It was not Dali Academy, and there was no battle platform. As such, there was no need for restraints, and one could have fought in the sky to their heart's content. There was not even any need to suppress one's power.