Zhou Yu's palm came down directly.
Jin Chuntang didn't even have time to react before he was killed instantly.
His eyes were wide open, filled with reluctance, but his consciousness had plunged into darkness.
And just as Jin Chuntang died, a silver mark flew out from his forehead in an instant, disappearing into the sky like lightning.
Watching the disappearing mark, Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
"True Qi mark!"
"Most likely, it was set by Luo Zhentian."
"It seems it won't be long before he knows his disciple is dead."
"I wonder if he will come out of seclusion immediately?"
Zhou Yu didn't pay much attention to the True Qi mark. He bent down and picked up the secret manual from Jin Chuntang's body.
He glanced at it, and then a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Indeed, the manual recorded a method of practicing a certain boxing technique, but after looking at it, he always felt as if something was wrong.
