"Hehe..."
Gao Xuan said with a laugh, "You're not my sons, so why should I go easy on you and Yuan Hao."
"Kid, my patience is limited. Don't dig your own grave."
Han Peng forcibly suppressed his anger. He really wanted to slap this kid to death. Clearly, he was extremely handsome, but his words were so annoying.
Han Peng exhaled lightly, then said, "This year's Sword Dao League championship is a must-win for us in Zhongjing. If you want the championship, wait until next year."
"Do you have what it takes to win the championship?" Gao Xuan retorted.
Han Peng's face turned so red it seemed like blood would seep through, "Kid, you're just an outsider of the Xiao family, not even considered part of them. Don't get too cocky, or you'll end up buried in Zhongjing."
He lowered his voice, "I'm not trying to scare you."
"Done talking? I won't walk you out." Gao Xuan was indifferent. This Han Peng wasn't thinking clearly if he thought a few threats would intimidate him.
