Yu Mingluan's lips were white, his eyes deeply sunken—he was evidently in terrible health, and still, he was trying to restrain Zhuge Weiwo, whose strength possibly even surpassed his. He was truly at the end of his rope.
Hearing Xu Shu's words, he gasped, "Don't be foolish, just run for your life."
Xu Shu insisted, "Bishop, trust me this once. I can hold him back."
"Are you joking?" Yu Mingluan's fingers trembled.
Xu Shu replied, "Who would be joking at a time like this? Let him come, I can hold him off while you take the chance to finish him!"
"This..." Yu Mingluan was hesitant to believe.
Zhuge Weiwo had almost cornered Xu Shu with just a few moves, and it was Yu who had stopped him.
But from Xu Shu's face, Yu saw an ample confidence, the source of which he did not understand.
Yet Xu Shu's gaze was fiery and sincere, burning intensely, almost scorching him.
Yu Mingluan's heart wavered slightly.
Perhaps, could he really do it?
