His fists clenched and loosened, then clenched again, his knuckles turning white and veins bulging.
"Two."
Qin Yan's voice remained calm and unhurried.
He lifted his wine cup and took a light sip of Moonlight Pure Dew, his movements composed and elegant.
Xiao Han's face had already flushed crimson, from his neck to his ears, from his ears to his cheeks.
"One."
Qin Yan drained the Moonlight Pure Dew in his cup, set it down, and gave Xiao Han one final look.
There was no emotion in that glance, only a faint trace of disappointment.
The count of three ended.
Xiao Han said nothing, did nothing, and did not step onto the arena.
He merely sat there, his face red, silent as a statue.
"Keep your mouth shut from now on. Trash."
Qin Yan spoke blandly, his voice calm.
Naturally, he had no reason to be polite to someone like this. Give him an inch, and he thought you were easy to bully;
yield to him a little, and he thought you feared him.
Rather than that, it was better to shut him up completely in one go and let him know that Qin Yan was not someone he could provoke at will.
"Qin Yan, I won't let you off. Never!"
At that moment, Xiao Han hated Qin Yan to the core. Malice surged tangibly within his cold eyes.
He had never suffered such humiliation before.
Since childhood, he had been the Xiao Family's favored genius, Emperor Fall Valley's talented disciple, and the future True King in everyone's eyes.
Who had ever dared say no to him? Who had dared speak to him in that tone? Who had dared call him "trash" in public?
Qin Yan had.
Not only had he dared, but in front of Su Qingwan and Yue