"I... really did brew tea with it back then!"
As Jiang Jingcheng answered Li Bingzhang, goosebumps rose all over his body.
Indeed, how could he have known back then that this so-called cannon possessed such terrifying power?
When Jiang Xiaobai first made that Desert Eagle, it had already given him one hell of a fright.
But however powerful the Desert Eagle was, it still fell far short of the cannons before him.
Besides, he was a man who had returned from the battlefield.
Precisely because of that, he understood better than anyone present just how terrifying these eighteen cannons would be once deployed in battle.
When two armies clashed, soldiers and horses were packed tightly together.
If something this terrifying fired a few rounds into their formations...
Fuck!
Jiang Jingcheng swallowed again. As his gaze settled on Jiang Xiaobai, a spectacular mix of expressions crossed his face.
Had this brat gotten his head caught in a door, or been kicked by a donkey?
How had he suddenly... wised up?
He had actually managed to develop something this terrifying?!
He was a mighty seventh-grade martial arts expert, yet against this thing, never mind eighteen rounds-even a single hit would probably blast him into something finer than dust.
And earlier, he had actually... used this thing to brew tea?!
At that thought, Jiang Jingcheng's face twitched, and a chill crept down his back.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xiaobai gazed at the utterly shattered stone discs in the distance, his face wreathed in smiles.
Only after the smoke and dust had dispersed a little did Jiang Xiaobai lower the hands covering Li Zhiwei's ears. Looking down, he asked softly, "Didn't scare you, did it?"
"No!"
Li Zhiwei shook her head gently, but her eyes were wide open. Clearly, the sight in the distance had stunned