"Are you referring to the matter of the Yu clans?"
The aged Qian Yu, seated at the blood-stained wine table, stared at the unfamiliar Jianghu swordsman before him, speechless for a long while.
In just a brief moment, Zhao Jinfan, who had established a vast enterprise in Dengzhou City, was killed on the spot, and the guards who were supposed to protect Zhao Jinfan also lay dead in pools of blood—such a terrifying scene felt strangely familiar to Qian Yu, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Indeed, he had seen it before; this indifference to human life, along with that inhumane aura... everything was exactly like Du Chengfeng.
It truly was a mirror image, even the weapons looked similar. Like Du Chengfeng, this Jianghu swordsman also carried a blade and a sword.
And this formidable individual, who was almost indistinguishable from Du Chengfeng, after killing Zhao Jinfan who presided over Dengzhou, actually wanted to inquire about the Yu clans of the past?
