"Boom, boom, boom!"
The artillery fire erupted like a volcanic explosion, molten lava pouring down toward Jiang Shu.
The scorching heat waves were like flashes of lightning, the scythe of Death itself, shaking the entire sky to its core.
Fusang stood atop Xuanxing not by Martial Arts, but by this supreme military might!
Even if the Sword God of Fusang were alive, in his eyes there would only be endless despair.
Human strength had its limits!
Could a Grandmaster, who could withstand bullets, really stand up to these small missiles, rocket launchers, and autocannons?
Within this storm of annihilating fiery shells, Jiang Shu finally moved. The myriad acupoints in his body surged with Primordial Power. The surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, drawn together just moments ago, formed layer upon layer of Qi Shields.
Five treasured blades hovered in mid-air, suspended one after another.
They looked just like a staircase.
