Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

Threads of brightness appeared in Arthur's blood.


It even felt like it was on the verge of extinguishing at any moment.


Mingled with threads of light, the fresh blood slowly gathered into Arthur's heart—


Instantaneously, Arthur's heart beat emitted a sound like a battle drum.


All the items in the entire secret chamber trembled with that sound.


When the wind and shadows intersected, two golden lights sparked within them.


Sharp, cold, and blinding, the eyes shimmered with perplexity, as their owner's attention was wholly drawn to the changes within his own body.


At the location where the threads of light converged.


A bright shadow the size of a little finger appeared there.


Chapter 420: Snake Wing!