At this moment, the primitive nature that Chen Yu had previously suppressed seemed to be reawakened by Zhang Qing's wine bottle. His gaze became as terrifying as that of a famished wolf, filled with madness, cruelty, and bloodlust!
He had fought bloody battles against three hundred elite fighters of the Wu Mansion and crossed swords with the Sword King Sun Wuji without shedding a single drop of blood, yet here he was, suffering this humiliation at the hands of an arrogant, silver-spooned scion. How could he not be furious?
Meeting Chen Yu's suddenly terrifying gaze, the cackling Zhang Qing felt a momentary chill of fear. But remembering who he was, his confidence surged back, and he grabbed another wine bottle. "Damn bastard! A grudge has been planted, so what if it has? In the eyes of me, Zhang Qing, what the hell are you? Even if I take your dog's life today, what can you do about it?"
Chapter 162