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

Jiang Yun's plump body, like a huge ball, smashed through the door and rolled into the house.


He lay face down on the ground, motionless.


It wasn't until more than a minute had passed that Jiang Yun propped himself up with his hands and slowly sat up.


At the corner of his mouth, there were streaks of blood and a trace of a sinister and proud smile.


At this time, the conversation between Shu Guan and Ming Jinan outside the door could be heard, along with the sound of a bow being drawn.


It was Shu Guan's first time drawing a bow.


Jiang Yun raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the smugness in his round, white face's smile only grew stronger.


Then he sat for another ten seconds or so before finally standing up.


Because everything was fake, but the injuries were real.


Without getting hurt, how could he escape the scrutiny of those two people outside?


And if the injuries weren't severe enough, how could he deceive that old man?


Chapter 160: Slaying God Explosives