Even so, he had high-cultivation cultivators by his side to guard him, and his experience in duels was limited to a few with members of his own clan. If he could return to his clan and successfully condense a Golden Core, he would not fear a battle with Zhang Yan. However, at this moment, he was truly unprepared.
But Zhang Yan was different. The path he had walked up to now was one of sheer bloodshed, carved out with his own strength. Compared to him, the untested Xiao Han was far inferior in both willpower and determination.
When Zhang Yan saw his demeanor, he couldn't help but frown and shout, "I heard that your noble family selected a few contenders to face me in battle. I assumed they would be extraordinary talents, yet here we stand, and you dare not even draw your sword? How could someone like you be worthy of being my opponent?"
These words immediately enraged Xiao Han, and shame turned into anger. He shouted, "Zhang Yan, do you think I'm afraid of you?"
