Qin Yu knew clearly that in this battle, the Jing Family had no chance of victory.
Even so, he still joined the battlefield, standing on the Jing Family's side, choosing the Jing Family camp, he was giving his very life to repay a debt of gratitude. If the Jing Family perished, he would die!
"Brother Qin Yu, thank you!" Jing Chengye struggled to utter a few words.
He couldn't say more, he couldn't persuade Qin Yu to leave, nor could he convince Qin Yu to sell his life for the Jing Family.
Qin Yu's gaze fixed on Jing Chengye once again. This time he didn't speak, just smiled slightly. His longsword swung even more frequently, almost unstoppable.
"Damn it!" Zhao Dangyuan roared in a low voice.
"Seventh Elder, you stop him!" Zhao Dangyuan ordered the Seventh Elder of the Zhao Family.