Zhou Yu swiftly grasped the middle-aged man's wrist like lightning.
Crack!
The man's wrist was instantly broken.
"Ah—"
The middle-aged man screamed in agony.
This middle-aged man was merely at the Transformative level in cultivation, no different than an ant to Zhou Yu.
Liu Changhan's pupils shrank, his gaze landing on Zhou Yu.
He had never taken Zhou Yu seriously before, but he hadn't expected Zhou Yu to be so ferocious.
"I didn't see that coming, you are actually a master."
After saying that, he called out to someone behind him.
"Brother Wu."
As his words fell, a clean-looking young man around thirty years old walked out from behind Liu Changhan.
Zhou Yu glanced at him, immediately showing a look of surprise.
The Innate Realm?
This was the youngest Innate expert he had encountered.
Of course, himself excluded.
Liu Changhan was very confident in this person, and he sneered:
"No wonder Hu Ziqi ran here to hide, turns out he found an assistant."
