Seeing Zhou Yu wounded, the young man inside the pavilion revealed a mocking expression.
"Elder, I didn't expect even you could be mistaken," he said.
"You also said he wasn't a short-lived one, but now it seems this kid is definitely going to die," another added.
The elder looked at Zhou Yu, shook his head silently, and his eyes flickered with a peculiar light.
Meanwhile, faced with the mockery from the mountain guard, Zhou Yu's complexion was pale and his eyes dim. Clearly, he was done for.
He Xu was frantic.
"Zhou Yu!!"
Her face filled with urgency, she was about to rush over, but Zhou Yu raised his hand and pushed her far away with a gentle force.
However, this palm made Zhou Yu's injuries even worse.
Pu!
Zhou Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression listless.
"Kid, trying to save your woman even in the face of death, you are quite the man!"
"But it's no use, you're still going to die!"
the mountain guard sneered.
