"What do you mean?"
Fu Yuanzong frowned deeply at Jiang Xiaobai's words, his expression full of confusion.
What did he mean, they had all been reduced to scraps?
The three men from their South Tower who had arrived ahead of them were no ordinary fighters.
Yan Zhou, in particular, had reached the seventh grade.
With strength like that, he could count as an expert even in Great Hua's Martial World.
Yet this brat claimed they had been reduced to scraps?!
"Oh, I'll show you right now... what I mean!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and backed away as he spoke, waving at Zhang Xinnian.
The faces of the martial artists around them changed instantly when they saw his gesture.
They had witnessed firsthand how those three men from the Western Desert had met their end.
Now that Jiang Xiaobai was waving again, even an idiot knew what would happen next.
"Run!"
"Damn it, that brat's going to fire the cannon again!!"
Amid the terrified cries, everyone near Fu Yuanzong used their lightness skills to retreat into the distance.
In mere moments, the area around Fu Yuanzong and his party had emptied.
Hmm?
Qin Zhaoye frowned at the sight. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately pulled back as well.
"Come on, open fire!!"
Jiang Xiaobai looked at Fu Yuanzong's party and gave the order outright.
The Western Desert, the Free-and-Easy Sword School-he didn't care. They all had to die!
"You got it!"
Zhang Xinnian had long been ready. Upon hearing Jiang Xiaobai's command, he touched his fire lighter straight to the fuse.
Hiss!
The instant the fuse caught, sparks raced toward the cannon's breech.
"Madman, madman!"
In the crowd, Helian Zhaoyue paled at the sight and backed away several more steps. "Jiang Xiaobai is a complete madman!"
This wasn't the Drill Ground, yet