Wu Yue charged ahead, with Shen Lan closely following, and Zhou Yu trailed at the rear.
Zhou Yu released his Divine Sense without a sound, scanning the area ahead. After one sweep, his eyes flickered with an unusual light.
There were indeed people fighting up ahead.
However, the scene was one of unilateral domination.
The one holding the upper hand was an elderly man with withered features. His hair was grizzled, and he exuded a sinister aura, his face full of malevolence.
The ones being suppressed were a small team of people.
Out of seven, six had already been killed, leaving only one person fleeing for their life.
This person, Zhou Yu actually recognized.
It was none other than Jia Ping from the Martial Pavilion.
On the night of the pursuit at Jin Chun Hall, Jia Ping had appeared, trying to take the manual of Eight Desolate Fist under the pretext of closing the case, only to be driven back by Lady Yu Zhu.
