"Zhang Pu!" Seeing Zhang Pu's mutilated corpse, Zhang Quan's eyes were filled with rage.
He didn't care about his own injuries and rushed to the side of the body, trying to piece together Zhang Pu's remains, but it was impossible to bring it back to whole.
"The number of pieces my friends have been shattered into is the number of pieces Zhang Pu ends up in," Yang Yu's voice echoed once again in everyone's ears, "Nobody can owe Yang Yu a debt of life and not repay it. If you're not convinced, come find me in Tianhai City."
If it had been earlier, Zhang Quan would definitely have gone to seek another fight with Yang Yu.
But now he knew that even as the number one Daoist Martial Artist from Dragon Tiger Mountain, he was no match for that young man.
He had originally intended to suppress his opponent with the momentum of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and never anticipated that it would bring disaster upon his entire sect.