Wang Xiong looked at Zhang Yu who was trampled by him and felt very happy. He had already seen Zhang Yu, the so-called master of national martial arts, very disliked him. Didn’t he just kill a few students? It was worth chasing him for a whole year. If he hadn’t defected to a noble man, and then he used the power of the noble man to find a group of international mercenaries and put a trap on him, he might have died sooner or later.