As soon as Tang Long's words fell, a burly middle-aged man strode in.
The most striking feature of this man was his neck, which was nearly as thick as his head, and bulging with veins, making him look like a raging dinosaur.
Zhao Fei'er was so scared that she was shaking and held on tightly to Zhou Yu's arm.
Zhou Yu gently patted her, signaling her not to be afraid.
Xie Mushui's face was full of resentment as he pointed eagerly at Zhou Yu.
"Dad, it's him, it's him, quickly cripple him," he said.
Seeing his son beaten up like this filled Xie Changlin with a ferocious look, and his rage burned.
"Kid, die," he exclaimed.
Xie Changlin let out a long howl.
In an instant, from his mouth, it was as if thousands of troops were galloping out, charging at Zhou Yu with their swords chopping down.
Zhou Yu was slightly startled.
Demonic Roar!
This cultivation technique had been mentioned by the old man before.
