Profound Mystic Light

Zhou Han did not care. So what if he was the son of a Saint King? His style was to follow his heart.

Facing a threat, he naturally could not retreat. This was the heart of the strong. It was a quality that cultivators who had reached the peak had to have.

Therefore, Zhou Han was not afraid.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked. They did not expect Zhou Han to be so fierce. He really wanted to attack Pei Qian, the son of the Saint King.

Although no one agreed with this, wasn't this what everyone wanted to do but didn't dare to do?

Facing a powerful faction, his courage to fight made them admire Zhou Han a little more.

"What? You—"

A trace of surprise flashed across Pei Qian's face. He did not expect Zhou Han to still be so unappreciative even though he had already introduced himself. He was definitely going to make things difficult for him today.