When Shen Lang finished speaking, the expressions of Zeng Wuming and the other four turned a little awkward.
In theory, they were the only ones who could still protect Shen Lang at a time like this.
The problem was, they really couldn't stop Ling Chen.
No matter how unwilling they were to admit it, they had to concede this point.
If it were just Drunken Thousand Cups, things would be much simpler.
But with Ling Chen here, things had become troublesome.
Even though Shen Lang had seized the opportunity to thrash Drunken Thousand Cups, in the face of a powerhouse like Ling Chen, he was still a bit... lacking.
Even Drunken Thousand Cups had been suppressed primarily by Shen Lang's strange Fist Technique, barely managing to execute a few moves from start to finish.
If he had truly launched a frenzied assault, Shen Lang would likely have had to rely on his speed to dodge and weave.
And even then, he might not have been able to get away.
