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

Yes, the arrow that Shu Guan just shot wasn't meant to save Larsen.


Although it seemed like if he didn't take action, the Wild Boar King would hit Larsen, which would result in either killing him directly or pushing him off the cliff, both good outcomes.


From the cave on the opposite side, McGraw, who was watching with a telescope, wouldn't be able to blame him.


But Shu Guan knew that such a wonderful thing would not happen.


Because he was very clear that the Wild Boar King, under the barrage of the submachine gun, appeared to be running aggressively, but in fact, it was at the end of its vitality.


Regarding this, Shu Guan, who had grown up fighting wits and courage with the wild boars in the mountains since childhood, had better judgment than Han Biao.


Even without his arrow, the Wild Boar King wouldn't be able to charge a few steps before falling.


No beast could stand after losing so much blood.


Chapter 40: The Timing of the Hunt