Swords were drawn and bows were bent!

The air in the venue completely froze.

Gu Hanshan slowly wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, sitting on his seat with a cold face.

He didn't expect that Li Tianlan would hit him in an occasion like this. Getting hurt didn't matter to him, but getting humiliated did. After today, everyone in this room would remember that the Young Master of Kunlun City lost to Li Tianlan. That sword strike was bright and ...