In the ruins of the inn, Su Li sat up on the chair. His eyes were closed like he was asleep, but he was actually awake.
His hand gripped the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but it did not carry the intention of holding the sheath and pulling out the sword.
That metal spear that descended from the sky was only several zhang from him, and his black hair had already begun to waft in the air.
This peerless expert that had once been undefeatable had finally been forced into desperate straits. Who could rescue him?
Su Li had no friends. He had never trusted others besides the people of Mount Li.
Yet Mount Li was too far. In Xunyang City, there was currently only Chen Changsheng.
The only person that could help him block this spear was also Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng had to help him block this spear.
