Lord Zhu blocked Wen Yan behind him.
"You go first. Hey, in his prime, I'd really have to run. But now that he's injured like this, don't blame me for standing tall."
Lord Zhu fumbled inside his large sleeve and produced an ancient hand cannon, adorned with numerous patterns and Talismans.
As the hand cannon appeared, it began to emit a palpable sense of danger, the kind that anyone could feel.
Lord Zhu was eager to try; what Old Zhu had accomplished back in the day was, of course, something Lord Zhu also wanted to attempt.
Whether or not it would succeed was one thing; daring to do it was another entirely.
Hu Yuan stood up, his face full of defiance, and cast a disdainful glance.
His figure flickered and vanished on the spot. As he did, the dangerous aura from Lord Zhu's hand cannon began to rise sharply, Power converging within the weapon.
