Li Guanyi gritted his teeth, "Lu Youxian!"
He finally understood why Elder Xue and Yue Qianfeng called him 'Old Turtle.'
Lu Youxian simply refused to make any mistakes.
That year, tens of thousands of troops had failed to take a single fortress from him.
The opposing Commander, infuriated, vomited blood and cursed "Old Tortoise."
At this moment, the crossbowmen team led by junior officers and colonels had already drawn their bows taut, ready to fire instantly if anyone leapt into the air, exposing themselves without the cover of buildings, enabling the Mo School's giant mechanical crossbow to attack.
Li Guanyi grasped the Battle Halberd.
The Qilin's flames surged violently, the youth's eyes dyed a reddish-gold, and the dark golden face mask transformed as he shifted his left hand away from the Qilin's mane, grasping the Battle Halberd with both hands and spinning it in mid-air.
White Tiger, Red Dragon, Mystic Turtle, Green Bird, Qilin.
The five Dharma Forms converged here.
