Jin Yu's face suddenly turned extremely grim.

The masked man before him was too arrogant, making him feel extremely displeased, and for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if they had met before.

"Courting death!" Jin Yu was furious, his gaze swept across the golden ancient scripture, his armor clanged, and the Garuda's shadow emerged.

He wanted to teach this man a lesson.