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

The battle inside the house ended quickly, lasting only two or three minutes.


In fact, it could hardly be called a battle, as there were no martial arts experts inside the house. They were just ordinary men, with a few even being teenagers around 15 or 16 years old.


When An Fengjun's men had kicked the door down and rushed in, these people were gathered around a large table, feasting on roast chicken and beef, drinking heavily, and were completely oblivious to what was happening outside.


An Fengjun's men quickly subdued these seven or eight men. Of course, the process was somewhat brutal, leaving their faces battered and bruised.


It was hard to imagine how these ordinary men had managed to rob An Fengjun's heavily-guarded escort team three times in a row.


Even if An Fengjun had only brought two or three of his men today, they could have easily overpowered these men.


Chapter 45: The Monk Who Became a Thief (Part 1)