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

As the white-robed woman under Han Biao's palm transformed into a plume of blue smoke, more terrified screams from women rang out in the Treasure House.


The other white-robed women looked at Han Biao as if they were looking at a ferocious ghost and quickly scattered and escaped throughout the Treasure House.


Of course, their actions were only instinctive reactions which, given their current predicament, held no real significance.


Han Biao took a step forward, his body rapidly moving forward like lightning. As he lost his balance, he knocked over a wooden rack filled with magical artifacts. Behind the rack, he arrived in front of one white-robed woman, and with one Bagua Palm technique - The Hidden Flower in the Bottom of the Leaf - struck towards her lower abdomen.


Although he was now a corpse puppet, he still fought in the manner of a martial arts expert.


Chapter 198: The Truth About the Da Hong Rice Shop Incident (Part 3)