As a scion, even if he was not favored within the Yu Clan, that title alone was enough to cow any existence below the Nascent Soul realm.
The aura Wang Yu revealed was merely "Foundation Establishment."
"—You're courting death!"
Splintered wood flew everywhere. Young Master Yu, likewise at "Foundation Establishment," charged over fiercely. Wang Yu backhanded him with a slap, shattering the entire floor of the Begonia Private Room.
Half of Spring Breeze Pavilion collapsed.
The commotion suddenly grew huge. Wang Yu looked around, then leisurely landed with the beauty in his arms, looking at Young Master Yu, who lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, his aura much weaker.
Countless pairs of eyes swept over his face.
His goal had already been achieved.
But Wang Yu suddenly became even more interested in the secrets on this brat. He reached forward with his right hand and grasped at the air; Black Ice formed from the void.
It transformed into a great hand that gripped him firmly.
His figure flashed, and they vanished from the ruins in unison.
A small courtyard in the outer city.
Zi Yan knelt on the ground with a face full of terror, tears clinging to her cheeks, making that face look even more delicate and pitiful.
"Young Master, this slave..."
"Stop pretending."
Jin Miaoshan looked at this person with tightly furrowed brows, then looked at Wang Yu. "This is..."
"A spy from Yellow Springs Temple. An unexpected gain."
Wang Yu did not explain much. After showing his face, Nine Evil Sword Lord would most likely be able to glimpse his whereabouts. When he tracked him here then, it would be the perfect chance to trap and kill him.
The matter of Zi Yan, as well as this Young Master Yu whose identity was still