Chapter 987: The Gun Barrel

Early morning, a small courtyard.

Just last night, a rain had passed, leaving the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard damp, their leaves reflecting a crystalline sheen under the morning light.

Wang Chen stood on a piece of bluestone, his hands forming a spell to activate the mana within his body.

The dew within ten steps of him silently levitated, quickly gathering into a large mass.

With a sudden sweep of his palm, the mass of dew instantly froze into ice and then shattered into thousands of frost needles as thin as silk, shooting like lightning into the green bamboo at the wall's edge.

The crackling sound was continuous, as countless bamboo leaves were pierced with small holes.

The next moment, Wang Chen withdrew his hand, and the mana circulating in his meridians quietly retreated back to his upper Dantian to lay dormant once more.