Hearing this voice, the man in the black mask immediately turned his head to look.
In the courtyard outside, a young man strode in.
Wang Bing, who was severely injured and lying on the ground, saw the youth. His eyes slowly closed, his body relaxed, and a smile appeared on his pale face.
He had finally arrived.
The person who had come was Zhou Yu.
Zhao Jianfeng, along with Zhao Heng lying on the ground, hadn't expected Zhou Yu to appear here at this time.
"Zhou Yu, get out of here fast," Zhao Jianfeng shouted anxiously.
However, Zhou Yu's face was calm.
"Elder Zhao, do we have guests at home? Let me take care of them for you," he said.
A henchman of the man in the black mask sneered.
"Seeking death."
He charged directly at Zhou Yu, moving swiftly.
Zhou Yu didn't even stop walking, and as the man approached, Zhou Yu lifted his hand and swung out a palm.
Snap!
The man was actually sent flying with a slap.
This move shocked everyone present.
