Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Hao with an unfriendly expression on his face. Glancing at him, Zhao Hao just laughed as he shook his head.
As a Martial Scholar, by common logic, it should be obvious that Zhao Sheng should be able to take care of a mere Martial Artist like him as easily as blowing away dust.
However, within Zhao Hao's gaze was no fear or caution whatsoever. On the contrary, he actually still seemed extremely calm.
And within that calmness, a few hints of his total disregard for Zhao Sheng could also be seen.
Yan Zhaoge's eyes slightly blinked his eyes, "The way he looks at Zhao Sheng is no different from the way that he looks at me…"
"In his eyes, Zhao Sheng and I are on the same level?"
Yan Zhaoge laughed soundlessly.
Zhao Hao asked mildly, "What kind of forfeit does Third Brother want me to drink?"