This time, Zhou Yu's face was serene.
"Eight Desolate Fist!"
It was the same Eight Desolate Fist, but previously Zhou Yu could barely block Ye Duanlong's blade momentum.
However, this time, an extremely desolate aura swept out from Zhou Yu's body.
Ye Duanlong's blade momentum was instantly shattered.
Crack!
The blade in his hand was directly broken by Zhou Yu.
The shattered pieces of the blade embedded into his body.
Ye Duanlong was blown away like a cannonball, vomiting fresh blood mid-air, and heavily crashed to the ground.
His eyes flickered with intense shock.
"Such a... prodigy blessed by heavens!"
"To be defeated by your hand... is no injustice!"
Zhou Yu looked at Ye Duanlong.
He did not finish him off.
"Tell me where Lao Jie is, and I will let you leave."
Ye Duanlong did not speak, he just lowered his head to glance at the broken blade by his side.
"If the blade is here, the man is here..."
Bang!
