"What do you think you're doing?" A voice said colder than frozen water. The hair on everyone's skin stood tall. In a protective stance, Wang Chuan rushed before Lin Rulan.
"Young Master, get behind me!" Wang Chaun exclaimed. Pulling out a long sword from his space ring, Wang Chuan pointed his sword at Baihu. With a dark expression, Baihu glared at the presumptuous duo.
"Presumptuous," Lu Sheng reprimanded with dark eyes, pointing his long sword at Wang Chuan and Lin Rulan. Releasing less than a third of his star energy, Wang Chuan was losing water rapidly. He could barely maintain his posture, much less to protect his Young Master.
'Damn it!' Wang Chuan thought, after realizing his chances are slim if he were to attack Lu Sheng. On the other hand, Yu Chen was still perplexed about the situation. Meanwhile, Tuxuan was enjoying the little drama. As long as his Young Master wasn't involved he didn't care.