"Take it easy, Token Master!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming poked half his head around the edge of his shield and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice thick with undisguised panic and anguish over their valuables.
"This cannon is too powerful! Make sure you aim carefully! Don't blast all the treasures inside into oblivion! That's our hard-earned money!"
Carrying the Dark-Gold Long Sword, Old Ancestor Cangwu walked unhurriedly into the Armory.
He looked at Old Ancestor Xuanming trembling in the corner and snorted, his tone dripping with disdain.
"Pathetic. Hiding before the fighting even starts. You've wasted those tens of thousands of years."
Old Ancestor Xuanming glared back in protest, spittle flying.
"You don't know shit! This is called strategic evasion! You went up there and swung your sword, and you didn't even scratch its skin. Now the Token Master is getting serious. If you don't get out of the way, the law turbulence will sweep in and grind those old bones of yours to pieces!"
Old Ancestor Cangwu could not be bothered with this cowardly fat man.
He turned toward the High Terrace, his gaze settling on Zhou Xuan as his grip on the sword hilt tightened slightly.
Zhou Xuan paid no attention to the two old fellows bickering below.
He stood behind the Giant Crossbow, both hands locked around its thick control lever.
The heat radiating from the Giant Crossbow was enough to roast an ordinary Spirit Transformation Stage Cultivator into charcoal. Yet Zhou Xuan did not even furrow his brow.
The power of the black-gold Dao fruit circulated wildly within him. Pitch-black turbid qi representing nothingness spread down his arms and covered his palms, forcibly withstanding the extreme heat.
The muscles in Zhou Xuan's arms tensed, veins bulging.
He turned the control lever with force.
Creak—creak—