Zhou Yu's face was tranquil like a placid lake as he looked indifferently at the two men.
"Merely Semi-Saints, who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?"
Master Yu narrowed his eyes, a terrifying aura erupted towards Zhou Yu.
However, Zhou Yu seemed unaffected.
He looked faintly at Master Yu.
"Is that all?"
Wen Shizhou saw Zhou Yu repeatedly provoking Master Yu, and his eyes were filled with a cold sneer.
He had been concerned that the two Semi-Saints might not go all out, but now that Zhou Yu even dared to provoke them so recklessly, he couldn't believe they would hold back.
Indeed, at that moment, Master Yu made his move.
When a Semi-Saint struck, it was extraordinary.
Master Yu transformed into a gust of wind, rushing toward Zhou Yu in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged blows.
Boom!
A muffled sound, and Master Yu wound up ten meters away from Zhou Yu.
And Zhou Yu's chair behind him turned to dust in an instant.
