"Don't give me a reason to look down on you!"
Zhou Xiong jabbed a finger, nearly poking Yu Han in the nose, and cursed him out. He had none of the bearing of a Black Hole Level Powerhouse; instead, he was like an older brother furious at wasted potential.
Being cursed out like this, Yu Han seemed to shed all his pretenses and burdens. He jutted out his chin, threw all shame to the wind, and actually grew a spine.
"So what if I'm playing the coward? I'm fine with it! Besides, even the Chosen is going home to eat humble pie, so what's so strange about me, the washed-up 'Divine Spear,' doing the same?"
He jerked his chin toward the direction Qin Feng had left, his expression screaming, 'See? I told you so.' "If you don't believe me, just watch. That kid is seething with rage right now and has nowhere to vent it. I bet he's already planning to run back to his home on Morning Star."
"Hmph."
Zhou Xiong snorted heavily, but much of the anger in his eyes had already faded.
