Provoked face-to-face by Zhou Yu, Qu Hong was almost furious to the point of explosion.
The cat-and-mouse mocking demeanor on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a thick venomous expression.
However, due to the shadow outside the window earlier, Qu Hong was somewhat restrained, hesitant to act rashly.
But Qu Hong, after all, was a ruthless man who had lived for over a century, and he was also a master at the peak of the Saint Realm. Standing at the pinnacle of the Martial Arts World, making him yield easily was no simple task.
Qu Hong's eyes filled with venom as he stared at Zhou Yu.
"Kid, do you really think the threat of that person will scare me?"
"You're not scared?" Zhou Yu retorted.
Qu Hong sneered.
"Scared!"
"But not that scared!"
"I can choose not to kill you, but that doesn't mean I can't do something else."
