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

He was not Shu Guan, and without the body that had been bathed in dragon blood, his physical strength was no match for Shu Guan's.


As for Shu Guan, with such a moment of buffer, the final round of shockwaves did not cause fatal injuries to him.


The explosion's shockwaves finally passed by them and spread into the distance, pulverizing everything within five hundred square meters around them.


Including the hard bluestone on the walls of the mansion, which shattered into countless fine gravel.


From farther away, faint cries and screams could be heard.


Many houses had collapsed over there, and it was unknown how many people had been killed or injured by the blast.


Shu Guan was standing in the midst of the ruins, the suffocating smell of gunpowder filling the air.


Beside him, the old man in a green robe slowly bent down and sat on the ground, letting out a violent cough.


Chapter 160: God-slaying Explosive_3