Ghost Emperor's Traces

The moment the Tiger Crouching Cannon appeared, the scene fell utterly silent.

The Taoists of Shangqing Palace were somewhat dumbfounded.

Of course they knew it was a cannon, and they could even tell that it was no ordinary weapon.

After all, everyone in this era was seeking change.

When the Meishan Dharma Sect developed firearm techniques, nearly the entire Divine Land's Xuan Gate rushed over to exchange knowledge. They had also purchased quite a few at great expense and even specially invited people from the government office to train them in marksmanship.

The problem was, using guns in a martial-arts brawl was one thing.

But what was the meaning of bringing out a cannon?!

For a time, even the armed Taoists were at a loss.

By contrast, everyone on Li Yan's side wore cold expressions, killing intent surging.

They had begun roaming the martial world from Guanzhong and had been through countless battles, large and small. They had nearly lost count of the lives on their hands.

As the martial world put it, even those who licked blood from their blades would kneel and call them grandfathers upon seeing them.

If they could not talk things out properly, then they would fight first and discuss it afterward.

Seeing their appearance, several old Taoists leading Shangqing Palace also felt a chill in their hearts.

The old Taoists were experienced and knew they had encountered hard cases.

But without an explanation, if today's affair spread, Shangqing Palace would certainly become a laughingstock.

The old Taoist leading the group in the middle wore a Daoist robe embroidered with thunder patterns. He was none other than Dan Qingzi, the supervisory abbot of Shangqing Palace.

Looking at the Tiger Crouching Cannon in Wu Ba's hands, he cast a sidelong glance with his triangular eyes and