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

Shu Guan loosened his grip, and the man in black collapsed limply to the ground.


At the same time, a light hum escaped from Shu Guan's nose.


The other two black-clad men who were about to act, froze as if they had been struck by lightning, immobilized.


Then Shu Guan threw two more punches, splattering blood as he blew the heads off these two men in black.


Facing these Initial Recognition Realm cultivators, he didn't need to use any Daoist Skills at all. His physical Combat Skill alone was enough to easily crush them.


Moreover, he was still riding on the momentum of his Mountain Carrying Skill, his physical strength was even more formidable than the Four-Footed Snake before it crossed the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation.


Behind Shu Guan, Bai Zhiweng's face had turned even paler than the white paper in his pocket from fear.


It seemed that their group was indeed seeking their own death here.


Chapter 30: Running (7000 words in a large chapter, still very satisfied)_5