"Protecting me?"
Zhou Yu shook his head and laughed.
The He Family acted swiftly, but their brains didn't seem to work all that well.
Having found out where his family lived, had they really not investigated his strength?
Of course, Zhou Yu couldn't be bothered to explain.
He slowly raised his fist.
Eight Desolations Fist gathered instantly, sweeping towards the elderly patriarch of the He Family.
The elderly He Family patriarch sneered and swung his sword again.
However, this time, Zhou Yu did not dodge; he raised his fist and met the attack head-on.
Clang!
A crisp collision sound rang out.
Zhou Yu, with his flesh and blood body, managed to blast open the patriarch's sword edge with a single punch.
"Hm?"
The color drained from the patriarch's face, leaving it awash with shock.
He had perused Zhou Yu's profile in broad strokes.