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 revolving door of the entertainment hall was already shattered by bullets.


Shu Guan stepped into the brightly lit entertainment hall, where people had already found out about the gunfight outside. It was a chaotic scene inside the spacious hall.


Xiaojian was protecting Du Wenqiang, standing behind a corner of the revolving door. Fortunately, neither of them was hit by a bullet.


Of course, this fortune was given by Shu Guan.


The dancing girl who had escorted Du Wenqiang to the entrance earlier was also trembling in fear in the corner, miraculously unharmed by the bullets.


"Mr. Shu, hurry and take cover here," Du Wenqiang called out as he saw Shu Guan enter from the outside.


A thick patch of dark "energy" was hovering on Du Wenqiang's forehead.


It seemed that Du Wenqiang's life-threatening crisis tonight was not yet entirely resolved.


Chapter 49: Striking the Heart of the Dragon