Zhao Wu's appearance was also somewhat out of Zhou Feng's expectations.
He had always heard others call Zhao Wu "Young Master", so he had been under the impression that Zhao Wu had the appearance of a young master from an aristocratic family.
But in reality, it wasn't like that.
Zhao Wu was wearing a simple black-tight suit. His appearance was ordinary, and he had the appearance of a passerby.
Moreover, he wasn't particularly tall and was about a head shorter than a normal person. He even revealed a simple and honest temperament.
From his appearance, he looked like an honest migrant worker.
Soon, Zhao Wu started fighting.
"Crimson Spiritual Qi?"
Zhou Feng looked at the color of Zhao Wu's spiritual power and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"So powerful! The Bloodthirsty Demonic Technique has already reached the second level of perfection!"
"I can feel my Blood Qi being pulled even from so far away!"