"Sorry, I'm late!"
The calm voice held a hint of a smile, showing no sign of being affected by having just stomped a man to death. It was as if he had merely crushed an ant.
In the plaza, everyone was dead silent.
All eyes were fixed on the youth who had suddenly appeared.
He wore a black martial arts uniform that accentuated his sturdy, heroic frame. A cascade of black hair fell over his shoulders, and his handsome face had sharp, resolute features, as if carved by a knife.
His left eye held a faint, ice-blue sheen.
Within the depths of his pupils, a careful observer could see a vast cluster of blue stars swirling.
The newcomer was, of course, Hong Yu!
He had just finished refining the Godslaying Spear and had rushed right over, hearing the young man's foul curses from the void.
Looking down from above, he could also see that the Xu Family was in a weak position.
