C1519 He must be a Devil Right?

"Dead?" Zhao Yu sneered. "If you're not willing to talk, so be it..."

With those words, Zhao Yu advanced, his right fist clenched, and he launched a punch at Zhu Changyuan.

"Here it comes—the Body Refining Divine Fist, am I right?" Zhu Changyuan seemed neither afraid nor surprised, but rather, somewhat thrilled.

He had previously witnessed Zhao Yu's duel with Zhong Minghai