Hmm?
Han Junyi's gaze fixed on Shi Hao, with a trace of surprise.
This guy actually didn't run away, and he didn't die under my attack—how could that not shock me?
"Who are you?" he asked.
To be able to survive my attack—though it was an indiscriminate attack, its power must have been much smaller, but still, this was rare and piqued my interest.
"Shi Hao," Shi Hao said calmly, his fighting spirit also surging; he wanted to know whether Han Junyi or Nangong Zheng was the stronger one.
"You have a lot of nerve," Han Junyi nodded, with a hint of admiration.
Look at the others; they're either running away in a dismal state or trembling with fear—who else is as calm as Shi Hao?
Shi Hao couldn't help but laugh, "That's called having nerve? Ha ha, do you think you're some kind of flood or wild beast that I should run upon seeing you?"
Han Junyi shook his head: "You should be afraid of me."
