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

A white Sword Qi swept past a member of the 'Pale Hand'.


There was no grand momentum, nor was there an overpowering aura.


The member of the 'Pale Hand', who had just swelled up, deflated like a punctured ball, and his body was dragged into the soil by the 'Death Serpent Banyan'.


"Light blade, fast horse, utter silence."


The Female Swordmaster murmured softly, her gaze towards Arthur becoming increasingly complex.


If she hadn't been certain that Arthur was a 'Spirit Medium', she might have thought he was an assassin.


And the earlier 'Silent Whisper. Silent Burial', both were silent yet powerfully impactful techniques.


Once again, the Female Swordmaster was determined not to let Arthur get close to her Lord Count, and Arthur noticed the Female Swordmaster's odd behavior.


Chapter 470: Distortion!