Upon hearing these words, everyone was stunned for a mont, then turned to look.
From among the crowd, a person stepped forward.
It was Zhou Yu.
Han Minghao was initially taken aback, then sneered:
"Zhou Yu?"
"What?"
"So many experts from the Human List can do nothing, and you, a worthless one who can’t even make it onto the Human List, want to try?"
Zhou Yu glanced at Han Minghao and said indifferently:
"If I’m worthless, then having been defeated by soone worthless, what does that make you?"
"You..."
Han Minghao, publicly having his wound exposed by Zhou Yu, was naturally furious.
Losing to Zhou Yu had already spread throughout Hu City’s upper society. Originally hailed as the best among the young generation of Hu City, since that banquet, no one referred to him as such again.
This matter still left Han Minghao bitter.
Zhou Yu sneered.
"You should be thankful that you fought a month ago."
"And that was when I was weakest."
"Now, you aren’t even worthy of facing again."
"..."
At these words, everyone was shocked, staring at Zhou Yu.
Such arrogance!
Han Minghao was trembling with anger, almost launching an attack in fury, but Uncle Li held him back.
"Young master, don’t let him provoke you."
"Calm down."
"His attempt will only lead to death."
Upon hearing Uncle Li’s words, Han Minghao was taken aback.
Indeed.
If even a Human List expert like Jiang Xiuwu couldn’t subdue it, and Li Canfeng and the others were injured,
isn’t Zhou Yu courting death by trying?
Thinking of this, Han Minghao cald down.
He sneered, retreated, folded his arms, and watched Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu couldn’t be bothered with him. He strode up to the stone box, reached out without hesitation, and grabbed it.
At the mont of grasping the stone box, a gray light flickered in Zhou Yu’s eyes.
His Force of the Primordial Spirit directly penetrated into the Golden Demon Blade through his palm.
At this ti, everyone was watching Zhou Yu.
Most people showed curiosity.
After all, in recent tis, the Head of the Martial Pavilion had been exceptionally dazzling. Many present hadn’t actually seen Zhou Yu; today was a chance to see if he truly had capabilities or was rely fad for nothing.
Only experts like Chen Chun’an, Mo Yuan, Li Canfeng, and Jiang Xiuwu had no care for Zhou Yu.
In their eyes, anyone below the Human List was just an ant.
Amidst the varied expressions of the crowd, sothing monuntal was happening with Zhou Yu.
The mont his Primordial Spirit touched the Golden Demon Blade, his entire surroundings changed.
It was as if he passed through a ti-space tunnel and erged on a battlefield running with rivers of blood.
And in the center of that battlefield, a domineering silhouette stood.
That silhouette again.
This silhouette was sothing Zhou Yu had seen when Li Canfeng attempted to subdue the Golden Demon Blade.
At that ti, it was just a brief influence of the Demon Blade’s Sword Force that showed him this scene.
Zhou Yu thought it was an illusion.
Unexpectedly, he saw that silhouette again now.
Just as Zhou Yu was still uncertain, a voice actually ca from the silhouette.
"The Golden Demon Blade has consud too much blood..."
"It is not a blade of slaughter, yet it bears the mission of slaughter..."
Hearing this, Zhou Yu was startled.
He inexplicably felt as if the silhouette before him was of a living person, speaking to him.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Yu’s mind moved as he asked.
That silhouette did not speak.
After a long silence, it suddenly spoke:
"I can feel a familiar aura on you..."
"This blade I shall give to you."
"And its accompanying sword technique."
"This blade technique is called the Eight Devil Blade Cuts."
"To learn this technique, one requires a strong physique and powerful Gang Jin..."
"Next, I will demonstrate it to you once..."
The silhouette spoke as if talking to itself continuously.
After speaking, it suddenly moved.
He wielded the Golden Demon Blade and slashed through the air from a distance.
"The first cut, Dawn Star Slash..."
At this mont, Zhou Yu watched the magnificent figure wielding the Golden Demon Blade.
With each move, a force capable of destroying heaven and earth erupted.
Zhou Yu was srized...
Such a powerful and robust blade technique existed in this world.
He was enraptured by it.
The eight-cuts technique was demonstrated swiftly.
Clang!
The Golden Demon Blade was thrown towards Zhou Yu, landing and embedding in the ground before him. The blade’s handle trembled continuously.
And that figure, in mid-air, let out a long howl to the heavens and then disappeared...
Seeing this, Zhou Yu’s expression changed. He wanted to question this mysterious figure on why it chose him, but, unfortunately, he no longer had the chance.
Zhou Yu sighed, then turned his gaze towards the Golden Demon Blade before him.
He reached out, grasped the handle, and with force, pulled the Golden Demon Blade from the ground...
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