Faced with Zhao Yishui's pathetic attack, Chu Qingyun suddenly raised his head. A ferocious aura rushed directly at Zhao Yishui.
After killing over twenty men, Chu Qingyun's tyrannical aura was laced with a thick killing intent and Evil Qi. Terrified, Zhao Yishui's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.
"A... A Martial Master... Chu Qingyun, how can you be a Martial Master?"
After being defeated by Chu Qingyun in the bride-choosing tournament, Zhao Yishui had a fortuitous encounter of his own, which allowed him to break through quickly and become a seventh-level Martial Artist.
He had thought he'd be able to crush Chu Qingyun underfoot the next time they met.
He never expected it to end like this.
Chu Qingyun... he had actually broken through and become a Martial Master!
"My father, my second uncle, and Zhao Kang and Zhao Xiu... you killed them all?"
Zhao Yishui suddenly thought of something and asked, his voice trembling.
