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, what they didn't expect was that what they were waiting for was not their death, but the person himself.


Walking behind Du Wenqiang, was a young man with a robust body and stern eyes, Xiaojian, Du's personal bodyguard. The people in the reception hall were well-acquainted with this young man who had already dominated the entire Qing Sect in Shen City at just over twenty years old.


So, when Xiaojian appeared, there was an inexplicable tension among the sect bosses who were underlings of Zhang Hushan.


Because they knew that although their numbers were larger, if a fight really broke out, Xiaojian could definitely take down most of them. 


Behind Du Wenqiang and Xiaojian, the third person to come in was a skinny young monk in a grey robe.


Chapter 50: Black Blood_2