Hearing Lu Yu's words, in an instant, Zhang Zhiheng's already extremely ferocious face instantly showed a hint of anger. At this moment, his arm holding the Guan Dao was trembling violently, obviously from gripping it tightly, which also demonstrated the fury in his heart!
Zhang Zhiheng, holding the Guan Dao, squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze filled with a chilling glint, just like a venomous snake, making onlookers shiver.
At this moment, he slowly rotated the Guan Dao in his hand, slightly bending his legs. Looking at him as a whole, there was actually a momentum as if he was ready to strike!
Seeing Zhang Zhiheng's imposing aura, Lu Yu's eyes broke out with a trace of coldness. Now, he could feel that Zhang Zhiheng was like a snake on a deserted island, looking for a chance to strike fiercely!
Whoosh!
At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, carrying a hint of moisture, making the already cold and narrow Cyan Dragon Hall feel even more murderous!
