Zhao Hushan made his move with nothing but an offensive momentum, not a shred of defense in sight.
It wasn't surprising. After all, as a master in the Late Saint Realm, he didn't consider Zhou Yu, such a young junior, worth his attention in the slightest.
He simply didn't believe Zhou Yu had the ability to counterattack.
However, what he didn't know was that in Zhou Yu's eyes, he was riddled with openings from head to toe.
As Zhao Hushan's fist was about to land a devastating blow on Zhou Yu, the latter finally moved.
With a casual wave of his palm,
Nether Fire True Qi transformed into a roaring Fire Dragon, soaring out in an instant.
The only thing visible in Zhao Hushan's pupils was an overwhelming sea of crimson and an unbearable wave of searing heat rushing toward him.
"Ah!!"
Zhao Hushan let out a tragic scream, his body blasted backward like a cannonball and slamming fiercely into the hall's wall.
