Upon hearing these words, a trace of cold ridicule flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes before he waved his hand slightly.
A large portion of the terrifying onslaught was instantly restrained.
Even so, Ji Baisheng was still sent flying over a hundred meters by a single palm from Zhou Yu, simultaneously spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
Witnessing this scene, everyone was filled with disbelief.
Ji Baisheng was the Hall Master of The Temple, undeniably the strongest there.
Yet, he was injured by just one move from Zhou Yu.
And this happened only because Ji Baisheng was the first to plead for mercy.
If Ji Baisheng hadn't done so, it was unimaginable what his fate might have been.
For a moment, the entire square of The Temple fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone looked at Zhou Yu with eyes filled with fear, not daring to breathe too loudly.
As for Zhou Yu, he looked at Ji Baisheng with an air of indifference, as if he had done something insignificant.
