After Zhou Yu left, Yang Tianpeng looked down at his own fist.
To his shock, that punch from Zhou Yu had cracked the bones in his fist.
A deep fear flashed through his eyes.
The strength of Zhou Yu's Gang Jin was simply unimaginable. How had he cultivated it?
He was almost on par with the top young masters in the Capital City.
At that moment, Gao Yingxiang lay in a pool of blood, staring at his severed leg, his face full of despair.
"He's too strong. We're no match for him at all."
"What use is it for us to join forces?"
"It's over, everything is over..."
In their alliance's meeting room, Zhou Yu came and went as he pleased, acted as he wished. Was there any point in their alliance anymore?
Hearing Gao Yingxiang's words, Lin Zhaoxuan and Mr. Lin among others, all showed expressions of despair.
At this moment, Liu Zongsen, who had escaped unscathed, spoke up.
"Have you all been scared witless by Zhou Yu?"
His words immediately angered Lin Zhaoxuan and Gao Yingxiang.
