Xue Qinghe met his gaze, the corners of his lips curving upward.
It was not a smile, but the kind of look that promised, "I'll settle this with you when we get back."
The day Li Hanche had revealed the Dark Nether Armor before Xue Qinghe for the first time, Xue Qinghe's expression had been like someone who had eaten an unripe grape—sour and astringent, startled amid the bitterness, with a trace of displeasure hidden beneath it all.
The little brat he had picked up from Martial Soul Temple six years ago had actually been hiding something like this without reporting it to him.
Yan was the first to explode.
He stepped forward and blocked Hu Liena, pointing at Li Hanche on the stage with one hand.
"Kid, show Nana some respect!"
With a flick of his wrist, Li Hanche spun the Dark Nether Ice Soul Spear half a turn around his fingertips, then flourished it elegantly.
He crooked his lips into a grin.
"Hehe, I didn't even mention your name, and you're already panicking? What, is that Nana your ancestor? Or is she your real father?"
"You!"
The veins on Yan's forehead bulged violently.
"You little brat whose feathers haven't even grown in yet, you think you deserve to say her name?!"
Xie Yue frowned beside him and pressed a hand to Yan's shoulder, trying to stop him, but Yan ignored him completely.
"I'm warning you..."
Li Hanche rested the spear across his shoulder and tilted his head as he watched Yan stomp around, his smile growing even broader.
"So that's it. After all that talk, you're Hu Liena's lapdog! Hahaha!"
His laughter rang especially clearly across the Soul Fighting Arena.
"You get this worked up just because I insulted your master? Or are all of you in Spirit