Once he learned who Zhou You was, the tall man immediately began bowing and scraping. He even volunteered to lead the way, ignoring the blood covering his own face.
That was how the world worked: status came first, and the bigger fist made the rules. When someone had both a bigger fist and a higher status... you had better keep your head down and do whatever they asked without complaint.
Before long, they arrived.
The monsters had all retreated, leaving nothing but severed limbs and bloodstains scattered across the floor.
Clearly, a horrific battle had taken place here. Bits of monsters, humans, and all manner of other things lay everywhere. An utterly bizarre stench filled the air, forcing several of them to cover their noses.
Zhou You remained perfectly composed, as though the foul smell did not exist. Crouching down, he picked up a piece of flesh between his fingers. It had clearly been hacked to pieces, yet it still seemed alive, even twitching—
But just as he was about to examine it more closely, he suddenly frowned.
Then he tilted his head slightly.
The next instant, an icicle whistled past him and smashed through a section of pillar behind him!
"Mr. Zhou!"
Chen Geng cried out on the spot—Zhou You's safety now practically equated to his own. But Zhou You merely waved a hand, then—
In a flash, he stepped forward.
A startled cry immediately rang out nearby.
...Hmm?
Zhou You slid the half-drawn Myriad Fathoms back into its sheath, spun around, and sent a disheveled figure flying with a kick.
"Third Brother!"
"Brother Three!"
"Brother Zhang!"
Several cries rang out. The next instant, a palm as broad as a palm-leaf fan came crashing down. Judging by its tremendous force, its owner intended to crush Zhou You into a