Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

By the cliff, silence enveloped the area.


Larsen looked pale as he stared at the huge and ugly wild boar corpse in front of him, still somewhat in shock.


A few meters away, Han Biao, with one hand grasping a vine and one foot on the rock, was also looking at the wild boar. However, he was more focused on the arrow embedded in the boar's skull.


The arrow's tail was still trembling, but the shaft had penetrated the wild boar's entire skull, revealing a small arrow tip from the back of its neck.


Without a doubt, be it for wild boars or humans, the hardest bone in their body is the skull.


Not long ago, the freckle-faced village youth claimed he could pierce a wild boar with one arrow within 350 steps.


Based on the performance of that bow, Han Biao had believed the boy could do it.


But he didn't expect the youth's idea of piercing to be like this.


Shooting through the body and shooting through the skull were two completely different things.


Chapter 39: Conversation on the Cliff