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

However, the anger and disappointment with himself that arose from his master's death that day, which was so intense at the time, was somehow now less accessible to him. As a result, he could no longer unleash a powerful sword strike as he did that day.


Tucking the peach wood sword back into his sleeve, Shu Guan took a step forward and jumped directly towards the foot of the mountain. He fell like a shooting star onto the rocks on the sandy beach of the river, briefly bending his knee before steadying himself.


Han Biao glanced back at him before continuing to practice his fists.


Han Biao was practicing his fists in the river.


As the turbulent river reached his waist, Han Biao faced the upstream and walked forward step by step against the torrent. With every step,


Han Biao would throw a punch and let out a deep, thunderous roar.


Chapter 1 Three People Walking_2