The person who arrived was indeed Shi Zonghua.
Seeing his brother Shi Sangu in such a tragic state, icy rage almost burst forth from Shi Zonghua's eyes.
"Who did this?"
Lei Mingshan gritted his teeth, about to rise and confess, but Zhou Yu immediately held him down.
With a cup of wine in hand, Zhou Yu calmly said:
"Me."
Shi Sangu howled:
"Brother, it was him. He ambushed me."
"Brother, you must cripple him. I want him to be cut into a thousand pieces."
Shi Zonghua's icy gaze instantly locked onto Zhou Yu.
"Get out here!"
"Kneel and accept your death!"
Zhou Yu casually spoke:
"I've heard that you are the deputy leader of the Martial Pavilion. As far as I know, the Martial Pavilion is responsible for regulating the behavior of martial artists. You're trying to kill me without knowing the details, does this align with your Martial Pavilion's rules?"
Shi Zonghua's eyes were filled with cold malice.
"Rules?"
"Talking to me about rules?"
"Who do you think you are?"
