Yan Zhengfang hurriedly said,
"That... I’ll send someone to check immediately!"
Li Zerui’s expression darkened once more.
Having been messed with , yet not even knowing where the other party was, and still not admitting they were incompetent.
Seeing that Young Master Li was about to explode, Yan Zhengquan quickly stepped forward, and said respectfully,
"Young Master Li, I have a way to make that kid fall into our trap."
"I know a person named Chen Feihu. He’s involved in the underworld and has recently opened a bar on Bright Road. If we capture him, that kid will definitely come to rescue him."
While checking the surveillance videos, Chen Feihu grabbed his son and even kicked him several times during the process.
Yan Zhengquan naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
It was the perfect chance to take them all down.
Hearing this, Li Zerui nodded, then turned to look at the Bald Judge.
"This matter, I’ll leave it to you to handle."
"Capture that Chen Feihu for me."
The Bald Judge immediately nodded and said,
"Yes, Young Master Li."
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the hotel, Zhou Yu sat cross-legged, perceiving the essence of his martial stance.
A while ago, at the martial arts contest in Yu City, he had gained quite a lot of insights from Ban Zongqiang.
A few days ago, he benefited greatly from Qu Yaowu.
Whenever he had time over the past two days, he would meditate and digest these insights.
His understanding of martial stances had gradually begun to move towards the second level, the level of Ban Zongqiang.
He could even faintly sense that the threshold was right in front of him, like a layer of window paper that needed only a light poke to break through.
Yet, no matter how he extended his finger, he always failed to touch it.
"Eight Desolations Fist..."
"Desolation... Decadence..."
Zhou Yu closed his eyes, muttering unconsciously.
Gradually, an unusual aura emerged around him.
As this aura grew denser, strange things began to happen.
Around Zhou Yu, the green leaves of the plants inside the room began to turn yellow and then withered...
Time passed, from day to night, and darkness fell!
Suddenly, Zhou Yu opened his eyes, and a flicker of gray light flashed through them. In that instant, he seemed to age considerably, with time rapidly passing in his gaze.
But quickly, things returned to normal.
Following that, Zhou Yu exhaled deeply.
Then, he looked at the flowerpot beside him. When he saw the withered plants, his eyes flashed with excitement.
"The power of the Eight Desolations Fist at the second realm level is already so formidable."
"If I could reach the ’Heaven Penetrating’ state like Qu Yaowu, what terrifying level would the Eight Desolations Fist attain?"
"Right, why not strike while the iron is hot and try to make another breakthrough..."
No sooner said than done, Zhou Yu immediately closed his eyes again, delving deeply into his memories of the fight with Qu Yaowu.
As Zhou Yu delved deeper, half an hour later, his body shuddered, and his complexion suddenly turned extremely ugly.
At that moment, his eyes abruptly opened, turning completely blood red.
Zhou Yu had already realized the problem.
His impatience had led to mental disarray, resulting in a cultivation deviation.
He immediately stopped his perceptual ventures, trying to stabilize his mind, but the more he tried to calm down, the more agitated he became.
Especially with problems related to his Primordial Spirit.
His Yin Spirit had already achieved Great Perfection, but his Yang Spirit was still one step away.
People generally choose to cultivate only one Primordial Spirit because cultivating both can lead to a problem.
When the realms of the two Primordial Spirits are not consistent, a lack of careful control can break their balance, potentially leading to chaos, minor damage at best, or destruction of the consciousness sea at worst.
When he was lucid, Zhou Yu could naturally balance these two Primordial Spirits.
But at this moment, he had gradually lost control.
The Yin and Yang Spirits intertwined, like two volatile chemicals mixed together, ready to explode at any moment.
The situation was precarious.
His room door opened.
"Zhou Yu, are you in here?"
A delicate voice came, followed by He Xu cautiously walking in.
After spending more than a day sorting out her family’s matters, He Xu had thoroughly straightened out her father He Tianhua’s health and taken over the management of the He Family’s various affairs.
However, He Xu herself was conflicted.
Due to her inherent charm, she had over the years encountered countless men who desired her, their disgusting gazes and methods deeply repelling her, to the point where she even began to loathe men.
But ever since that day by her father’s sickbed, the way Zhou Yu looked at her, and particularly when Zhou Yu grabbed her there, she felt no aversion but was actually rather pleased.
She couldn’t explain whether her visit to Zhou Yu was to repay a debt of gratitude or for something else...
Regardless, she had come nonetheless.
Of course, she had called Zhou Yu several times before coming, but he never answered.
Knowing that Zhou Yu was staying at the hotel, she boldly ran up.
But she never expected to walk into a shocking scene upon entering the room.
Zhou Yu was trembling all over, curled up on the floor as if electrified.
He Xu screamed and rushed over.
She knelt down and lifted Zhou Yu into her arms.
"Zhou Yu, what’s wrong?"
At that moment, Zhou Yu’s eyes suddenly opened.
In that instant, He Xu was terrified.
She saw that Zhou Yu’s eyes were completely red...
He Xu’s face turned pale with fright, just about to ask a question.
But suddenly, Zhou Yu, like a hungry wolf, pinned her down and began frantically tearing at her clothes.
He Xu had no strength to resist, and within moments, her dress was ripped to shreds.
The next moment, she felt as if a fire dragon surged into her body.
He Xu’s fingers clung tightly to Zhou Yu’s arms, emitting a cry of pain.