Mr. Wu's eyes narrowed, and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.
"Meeting the Heavenly Master isn't something you can just do whenever you wish."
"Zhou Yu, I'm asking you one last time, are you willing to submit?"
Zhou Yu's expression was indifferent as he replied coldly.
"So, you haven't followed my demands to send the person over."
"That really annoys me, and when I'm annoyed, I need to vent; someone here is going to be unlucky."
"It's up to you two to choose—who's it going to be, you or Xun Zheng to face death?"
Mr. Wu's eyes narrowed.
"Audacious!"
"Since you're courting death, I'll fulfill your wish."
Mr. Wu suddenly lashed out with a palm strike, the powerful force heading straight for Zhou Yu's head.
Zhou Yu was calm and composed, his teacup smashing straight out.
Bang!
The teacup was instantly reduced to dust by the force.
Mr. Wu's onslaught did not diminish and landed on Zhou Yu's body.