In Seize the Dragon World, Qiao Jiang's eyes widened, the corners splitting as if blood would burst forth.
One had to know that the bullets fired from the firearms in his hands were not soft lead shots, but an exceedingly strong metal—metal that, in the past, had been used to forge divine weapons meant to be passed down through the ages.
Yet even material of such quality, once it crossed that range of three zhang, was ground into powder in an instant.
"If an individual's strength could decide the rise and fall of dynasties, then this world would have long since belonged to the Daoists!"
"I refuse to believe that there are truly invincible people in this world!"
"Kill!"
Hot blood rushed to Qiao Jiang's head.
Without the slightest hesitation, he threw away his twin guns. Then, he actually seized the cannon atop the city wall and pushed it, turning its muzzle toward where Zhao Cheng would land next, firing straight at that point.
As a military general, Qiao Jiang possessed not only astonishingly fast reactions, but also immense strength. Unlike talent, his strength had been forged through relentless training since childhood, tempered over decades of cold and heat with countless drops of sweat.
Without sufficient strength, he could never have drawn a great bow and shot down two birds with a single arrow.
Still, if a military general's various attributes were ranked, his reactions had undoubtedly reached the level of a divine general. His strength, however, was merely second-rate; there were no few people in the world stronger than him.
Yet even this second-rate strength was already beyond the reach of ordinary people. A cannon muzzle that took several burly men to shift was, in Qiao Jiang's blood-fueled state, turned directly by his two hands gripping it.
At that