After a moment, the torrential downpour gradually began to subside, and the rain lessened. The fifty Red Sticks who had looked extremely fierce now all lay on the ground. Each one had either a sunken chest or bloodshot eyes. At a glance, none of their chests showed signs of rising or falling, and it sent a chill through the heart!
Clearly, these fifty Red Sticks had all been killed by Lu Yu, leaving not a single survivor!
At this moment, the ancient courtyard of the Azure Dragon Association's main hall was filled with the aura of death, combined with the rainwater on the ground, making it appear extremely terrifying at first glance!
Lu Yu stood there, his entire being shrouded in an imposing air of murder, like an Evil Spirit emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood—cold, cruel, devoid of any emotion. This made Zhang Zhiheng, standing not far away, tremble violently in his heart!
