119 people besieged him, barely making out Hu Sheng's figure.
Only the sound of bones breaking and screams could occasionally be heard from within.
One minute, two minutes...
As time passed, Pingchuan Xinyi's expression grew increasingly grim.
The ongoing battle signified Hu Sheng was still not dead.
If Hu Sheng wasn't dead, then it was his own men who were dying.
"Mr. Lu, save me!" Suddenly, Hu Sheng's cry for help came from within the encirclement.
Pingchuan Xinyi's previously sullen face instantly vanished, replaced with excitement.
Ah, he's crying for help, which means Hu Sheng is at his limit.
Once Hu Sheng is dead, the few hundred security guards from White Clothes Pavilion won't be a concern.
"You're done already? Hang in there a bit longer!" Lu Xiao replied.
Within the encirclement, Hu Sheng looked somewhat desperate.
I really can't hold on anymore. In just this short time, I've already been slashed seven or eight times.
