Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Meng Yang asked curiously again.

”Of course, I do.

”The Killing God Bai Qi of Qin State, Hermit of Xiangshan Bai Juyi, Poetry Immortal Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, and many others!”

Bai Xiaolong’s face was full of pride.

My ancestors were incredibly illustrious.

”Bai Xiaolong, wait!

”I’m not trying to argue, but just curious. It’s understandable to ride Bai Qi and Bai Juyi’s coattails, but Poetry Immortal Li Bai has the surname Li; how does he relate to your surname Bai?”

Nearby, Su Yue couldn’t hold back.

Bai Xiaolong’s audacity knew no bounds, disregarding logic altogether.

”Su Yue, now that you mention it, does your Su Family have any famous ancestors in your lineage?”

Meng Yang asked again.

”Our Su Family has too many famous figures in the lineage to count.

”Let’s mention one who’s still alive today, having lived for countless centuries.”

Su Yue slightly smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Pride mixed with some disdain, arrogance tinged with slight contempt.

”Who?”

Meng Yang asked.

Everyone else curiously looked at Su Yue.

Even Su Qingfeng was intrigued.

The Su Family, still alive after several centuries?

”Suzhou!”

Su Yue nodded calmly.

”Hmm, very good!

”Yang Lezhi fakes an era from the Sui Dynasty, you Su Yue fake an entire city, you both are impressive!”

In terms of shamelessness, Bai Xiaolong humbly concedes.

Su Qingfeng nodded.

Indeed, Suzhou has been alive for countless centuries and is becoming increasingly beautiful.

In Jing Niao City, martial artists come and go constantly, with bundles and packages of materials already gathered together; everyone is busy.

Mastery lies in specialization.

These martial artists responsible for searching materials are indeed more professional than Su Yue and the others, and the gains from this overwhelmingly victorious war exceed expectations.

In this atmosphere of victory, Su Yue and his group relaxed for a few minutes.

But good times are always fleeting.

Suddenly, the entire Jing Niao City trembled for a moment; due to the amplitude of the jolt, many low-level martial artists were directly thrown, even suffering various degrees of internal injuries.

At the same time, near the Divine Elder Hall, a giant pit collapsed onto the ground.

No one expected that a matchless cannon, like the rising sun, would slowly hover into the air.

Crackling sounds.

The long, eerie barrel and the huge gun turret, this giant monstrosity sparkles with horrific lightning all over, like a prehistoric beast that can devour humanity, giving an almost suffocating pressure.

Indeed!

Looking up at the cannon floating overhead, many low-level martial artists spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

This feeling is like instantly having a heavy shackle pressed on their shoulders; low-level martial artists simply cannot withstand it.

Even some Grandmasters had their Qi Blood stirred under the lightning.

Crackling sounds!

The lightning grew increasingly terrifying, with some lightning mists dripping down like magma. A Seventh-Grade Grandmaster inadvertently stained a bit, and his skin was instantly burned through, even his bones bore varying degrees of damage.

”Everyone, immediately move away from the cannon! If struck by lightning mist, even Ninth Grade will suffer injuries!”

Xu Baiyan urgently shouted.

The Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon!

It finally is about to be activated.

If there are no accidents, Yuan Xingzi’s plan should succeed as well.

This is also my last message to the Divine Land.

Yang Lezhi was still dumbfounded, staring at the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon.

He did not notice Xu Baiyan’s pained look as she glanced at him.

I will go to the secret realm of the Thunder Race to live in seclusion; I cannot return to the Divine Land, but Yang Lezhi cannot.

He is young and promising; he is at the age to make achievements and should not be bound by love.

Though a thousand times unwilling in her heart, she still decided to break up.

”My heavens, is this Cang Ji’s secret weapon?”

Bai Xiaolong was scared into having a dry mouth.

Even Meng Yang looked despondent.

No matter how he faced a Ninth-Grade Martial Artist, none gave the oppressive terror this giant monstrosity did.

The aura contained within this cannon seems to gather the purest violence and destruction in the world; it simply should not be something from this realm.

It feels like an execution platform from hell.

”The aura on the cannon is a bit similar to Xu Baiyan!”

Yang Lezhi licked his lips.

He had a premonition in his heart that the cannon might be related to Xu Baiyan.