Han Shaoyu rode his warhorse with an imposing air towards Gu Jiao and King Hei Feng.
Although King Hei Feng had an incredibly powerful aura, Han Shaoyu was the one who had trained King Hei Feng and knew how to suppress his aura.
The Hei Fengqi he was riding showed not the slightest fear or hesitation.
He stopped six feet away, holding a silver spear, and looked coldly at the youth in red clothes and Black Armor opposite him, "So you're Xiao Liulang? I've heard of you, you have quite a few impressive rumors."
Gu Jiao responded with an "Oh," "I haven't heard of you, I'm truly sorry."
Han Shaoyu's gaze was icy as he said, "The injuries to Prince Han were thanks to you. I will settle this account with you today. It's not too late for you to beg for mercy now. Kneel and kowtow three times, and I will spare you. Otherwise, once the match starts, you won't even have a chance to admit defeat! I will kill you!"
The Red-Tasseled Spear was wrapped in cloth on Gu Jiao's back.
