The outbreak of the core injury caused Qin Yu's face to turn pale, and his entire body lost its strength in an instant.
Seeing Qin Yu's appearance, everyone couldn't help but sneer.
Zhang Yijiu, who was at the side, couldn't understand.
With such strength, why did he still dare to come to the Han Palace?
"How about it? Hand over the mask." Brother Song walked in front of Qin Yu and said condescendingly.
Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stood up from the ground and slowly adjusted his body's condition.
"There are only four half-step Martial Saints in your Han Palace?" Qin Yu sneered.
Brother Song raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically. "What? Four half-step Martial Saints can't kill you?"
Qin Yu glanced around and said with some doubt, "There's something that I can't figure out. Almost no one knows about the mask. How does your Han Palace know about it?"
