After being interrupted by Wude, Xiao Han calmed down a bit. He took a deep breath and then stared at Hei Shan, as the thunder and lightning around his body slowly dissipated.
At this moment, apart from his slightly scorched hair and tattered clothes, leaving his upper body almost completely exposed, Xiao Han had not suffered any damage.
His breath was steady, and he exuded an aura of authority that made people's hearts skip a beat. Everyone could feel that Xiao Han's physique had once again strengthened; with each breath he took, it was as if a Barbaric Dragon was inhaling and exhaling, which was astonishing.
Now, as he stared at Hei Shan, he exerted a tremendous pressure on him.
"What exactly do you want to know?" asked Hei Shan with a mournful face, truly unaware of what Xiao Han was after.
"The matter concerning Xiao Zhantian," Xiao Han stated directly.
Hei Shan was momentarily stunned, somewhat perplexed.
"He was my father," Xiao Han said gravely.