This shadow was naturally Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu's figure flickered, appearing in front of Yu Qingfeng.
He looked down at Yu Qingfeng lying on the ground like a dead dog, his eyes full of mockery.
At this moment, Yu Qingfeng's body was seriously injured. Undoubtedly, the psychological impact was even more severe than the physical wounds.
In simple terms, Yu Qingfeng's psyche was already completely collapsed.
He, a disciple of the Taoist Sect and a top genius of the Yan Clan, was actually beaten like this by a Martial Artist from the Mortal World.
For him, this was more unbearable than being killed.
At this moment, Yu Qingfeng glared at Zhou Yu with bloodshot eyes, blood flowing from his eyeballs.
"Zhou Yu..."
Yu Qingfeng roared.
The roar was filled with both anger and reluctance!
Zhou Yu, however, let out a cold laugh.
"Now I'm the butcher, and you're the meat on the chopping block. Perfect, I have some questions for you!"
