For Hu Sheng, Jiang Lan was the only person he truly cherished.
Three years ago, he was severely injured and near death, and it was Jiang Lan who saved him.
It was also Jiang Lan who exhausted everything to hide him, to negotiate for him.
Otherwise, how could he have lived so long? He would have likely died long ago under the relentless pursuit of Black Lotus.
Therefore, anyone who disrespected Jiang Lan was an enemy of Hu Sheng.
"Wound Gate, open!" At a distance of less than three meters from Lu Xiao, Hu Sheng's aura soared once again.
The kind of relentless, life-or-death gaze shocked everyone in White Clothes Pavilion.
Zhou Hu's eyes almost popped out of his head.
He had always thought that Hu Sheng and He Chong were on a similar level, after all, if he could survive five moves from He Chong, he could also withstand five moves from Hu Sheng.
It was not until this moment that Zhou Hu realized how ridiculous the gap between the two men was.