Su Han didn't want to cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it either.
Back in Lin Hai City, Zhao Ming had taken the initiative to provoke him, hurling insults and humiliation. Naturally, Su Han hadn't felt the need to show him any respect and had responded with a single punch. At that moment, he had mentally prepared himself for enmity with Zhao Ming, even for a battle to the death.
He did indeed come from humble beginnings in a small town, but he possessed an indomitable will. Anyone who tried to bully him would pay a heavy price. The empress, Qin Wushuang, or even the Heavenly Demon Cult and the Seven Stars Sect—Su Han had never feared any of them. He had even dared to kill Zi Qiong and Xuan Song, so a mere Zhao Ming was nothing.
Besides, they were alone here. Even if he killed Zhao Ming, no one would know he was the one who did it. In the competition among the chosen, such silent battles and deaths were all too common.
