Xiangyang let out a cold shout, and by his side, an elder carrying a powerful killing intent charged towards Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu scanned with his Divine Sense and discovered that his opponent was just an Early Holy Realm Martial Artist; he immediately lost interest.
Unexpectedly, the escort beside the grandson of the Haizhou Martial Cabinet's minister was just of this caliber.
However, on second thought, in Haizhou, there really weren't many who would dare to lay hands on Xiangyang directly. Therefore, the purpose of this escort might be more to intimidate than to protect.
Just at that moment, Elder Fei's punch was already thundering towards Zhou Yu's chest.
"Boy, die for me."
Bang!
Elder Fei's punch hit Zhou Yu squarely in the chest.
"Zhou Yu—"
Ye Ling cried out in alarm, her face turning pale with fright, nearly rushing over.
However, Zhou Yu didn't move an inch.
He neither got injured nor retreated.
This punch seemed to have caused Zhou Yu no harm at all.
