894: Chapter 894: Divine Wind Leg!
894: Chapter 894: Divine Wind Leg!
At this mont, in the upstairs private room.
Zhou Yu was drinking tea with Xing Nong when suddenly, Zhou Yu’s eyebrows lifted.
“They’re here!”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Lai’s body trembled, instinctively leaning in closer to Zhou Yu.
Xing Nong also set down his teacup, his gaze turning somber.
A minute later.
BANG!
A loud noise echoed as the door to the private room was kicked open again.
But this ti, the door wasn’t so lucky—it was smashed into pieces, causing Jiang Lai to shake in fright.
However, Zhou Yu and Xing Nong remained calm and unperturbed.
Leading the charge was Qu Hao, seated in his wheelchair, surrounded like a shining star.
As soon as Qu Hao entered, his gaze locked onto Zhou Yu, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.
“Kid, at least you know your place.
Understand this—offending my Qu Family ans no matter where you run, even to the ends of the earth, my Qu Family will hunt you down and tear you to pieces!”
Zhou Yu smiled faintly upon hearing this.
“You’re overthinking it.”
“I stayed here waiting for you.
Isn’t it true that you dogshit families specialize in sending elders once you fail yourselves?”
“Did you just leave to report to your father?
Where is he?
Bring him here to speak directly!”
Qu Hao’s expression twisted into an ugly snarl after such blatant mockery from Zhou Yu.
“Kid, you’ve got guts.”
“But you?
You’re not even worthy to have my father deal with you.”
“Don’t rush, I promise you’ll die miserably soon enough.”
With that, he shifted his gaze to Xing Nong.
“But before dealing with you, I’ll first cripple this old fool.
Dare to ddle in the Qu Family’s business?
Be prepared to die.”
“Old Guan, cripple him.”
As Qu Hao’s voice fell, a shadow suddenly leapt from behind him, heading straight for Xing Nong.
This figure moved at lightning speed, transforming into a nearly imperceptible blur.
Xing Nong, at the peak of the Early Holy Realm, couldn’t even fully track the figure’s movents, only sensing an overwhelming threat of death.
In the face of life and death.
Xing Nong imdiately mustered all his strength, launching a fierce attack over the large area in front of him.
He hoped to force his opponent out with this wide-range strike.
Yet, before his move was even completed, he felt a chilling sensation on his neck.
The attacker had already appeared beside him, a short gleaming blade pressed to his throat.
A slight push and he would be decapitated instantly.
At that mont, Xing Nong was overco with despair.
But just then, the attacker’s expression abruptly changed.
He imdiately abandoned the kill, retreating swiftly to a nearby spot, his gaze fixed coldly on Zhou Yu.
Monts ago, Zhou Yu had lunged lightning-fast, aiming a finger at the attacker’s spine the instant he approached Xing Nong.
Had the man forced the kill, he would’ve been struck at his spine and severely injured.
Unwilling to take such a risk, he withdrew promptly.
Having survived the ordeal, Xing Nong imdiately remarked:
“Mr.
Zhou, this man is known as Guan Bingyan, nicknad ‘Divine Wind Leg.’ He’s highly skilled in movent techniques and extraordinarily elusive.”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu nodded.
“His movent technique is unique, indeed.”
“But relying solely on movent technique to kill in my presence?
That’s a bit naïve.”
Being so contemptuously dismissed, Guan Bingyan’s rage erupted.
“Kid, you’re arrogant.”
“If that’s the case, let’s see what makes you so confident.”
With those words, Guan Bingyan moved again.
His figure blurred and then he completely vanished.
This ti, his speed was even faster than before.
As Guan Bingyan disappeared, Xing Nong’s nerves tightened as he scanned his surroundings, sensing the icy killing intent wrapped around him but entirely unable to locate the enemy’s position.
Fear filled Xing Nong’s eyes.
If the opponent chose to kill him now, there was simply no chance for resistance.
In this mont of utter tension, he could only pin his hopes on Zhou Yu.
He glanced towards Zhou Yu and found—when did this happen?—Zhou Yu had closed his eyes.
“Zhou…”
Xing Nong almost called out to remind him but stifled himself in ti.
Just then, Zhou Yu’s eyes suddenly snapped open.
As his eyes opened, his fist shot forward to his left front side.
BANG!
A muffled sound erupted, and from the seemingly empty space, a figure was sent flying.
It was Guan Bingyan.
Guan Bingyan, struck squarely on the chest, sorsaulted backward.
However, he quickly adjusted his balance and landed firmly on his feet.
Apart from his slightly pale complexion, he wasn’t gravely injured.
Still, his eyes betrayed utter astonishnt.
“Impossible!”
“How did you spot ?”
Zhou Yu smirked knowingly.
“Take a guess!”
Zhou Yu’s reply landed in Guan Bingyan’s eyes as pure mockery.
He let out a furious roar.
“Boy, earlier I was just toying with you.
Do you really think I only have speed?”
This ti, Guan Bingyan didn’t utilize his movent technique for evasion but leapt into the air, delivering a devastating kick straight at Zhou Yu.
As he struck, terrifying Gang Jin surged from his legs, creating a whirlwind that rushed toward Zhou Yu.
Facing this assault, Zhou Yu remained composed.
He activated the Golden Cauldron Technique, and instantly, a blood-red Golden Cauldron Phantom appeared around him.
BANG!
Guan Bingyan’s kick slamd into the Golden Cauldron Phantom.
For a mont, the rampaging Gang Jin shattered all the glass and lighting in the room.
The others scrambled to use their own techniques for self-preservation.
Yet, while appearing imnsely powerful, the attack failed to breach Zhou Yu’s defense.
As the residual Gang Jin dissipated, Guan Bingyan noticed this and his eyes brimd with shock.
“This… you…”
Guan Bingyan understood that Zhou Yu had directly withstood his blow—and remained unhard.
Just as Guan Bingyan was reeling in disbelief, Zhou Yu sprang into action.
In a blur, Zhou Yu matched Guan Bingyan’s speed, seizing his leg in an instant.
At the sa ti, a cold smirk ford in Zhou Yu’s gaze.
“You were right.
You only have speed.
Without it, you’re pitifully weak.”
“Oh, and this leg?
I’ll take it.”
A terrifying surge of power erupted from Zhou Yu’s arm, pouring into Guan Bingyan’s leg.
Suddenly, a thunderous shout rang out from the side.
“Kid, let him go!”
“Or I’ll take your arms!”
As the words fell, another old man charged at Zhou Yu like a rampaging dragon, closing in rapidly.
Simultaneously, his hand reached out, clawing toward Zhou Yu’s shoulder.
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