"Fang Han! All that martial arts training has rotted your brain!"
Xiao Ran pointed at Fang Han's nose and hurled insults at him, his furious voice carrying a bitterness he could not suppress.
He did not even know why, but the sight of Fang Han's face, calm to the point of indifference, set a fire burning inside him.
"My Xiao Family has three Grade Entry powerhouses. Even if you're strong—even if I grant you Perfected Transformed Force—do you think you can fight three of them alone? Do you think Transformed Force can beat three Grade Entry powerhouses?!"
The more Xiao Ran spoke, the angrier he grew. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his voice echoed through the passage.
His eyes bored into Fang Han's face, searching for the slightest trace of panic.
But Fang Han simply stood there, his right hand resting on his sword hilt, his calm gaze passing over the Xiao Family Patriarch.
Then his gaze settled on Xiao Ran. When he looked at him, the faintest hint of a smile even touched his lips.
That smile was like a thorn digging into Xiao Ran's eyes.
"You dare imagine things I wouldn't even dare dream of!" Xiao Ran practically roared, spittle flying through the firelight.
With death at his door, where did Fang Han find such confidence? What was he relying on?
An Outer City bumpkin with a Lower-grade Bone Constitution. Half a year ago, he had still been drinking thin gruel in Mud Bay Alley and had nearly failed to get into the Flood Peak Martial Arts Academy's Outer Court.
What gave him the right?
What gave him the right!
Jealousy churned in Xiao Ran's chest. He clenched his hands inside his sleeves until his nails dug deep into his palms.
"Dear grandson, there's no need to