"You won’t be able to fly out of here even if you sprout wings! HAHAHAHA!"
As he roared, he quickly signaled his men with his eyes. "You think I’m the same Qing Bang you wiped out so easily decades ago? I’ve been prepared for this trick of yours all along!"
Finishing his words, Wang Weijing pointed outside and barked at a few of his more composed, trusted Hall Masters, "You lot, go out and take a look! That old bastard would never have guessed I have the little gift Lord Kameida gave me!"
"He must have been shot! Never mind being a Grandmaster of Huajin—this gun can pierce a steel plate! That old bastard Lu Yun is either dead or severely wounded right now!"
Then, to motivate his terrified men, Wang Weijing raised his voice and promised a hefty reward. "Listen up! The first person to capture Lu Yun—dead or alive—will be rewarded handsomely by me!"
"Women! Oceans! The Lu Family’s docks, warehouses, and shops! Pick whatever you want! I won’t go back on my word!"
Great rewards call for bold men.
The high-ranking members, who had been weak-kneed with fear just moments ago, heard the tempting promise, and their eyes instantly went red!
"Alright! Gang Leader! I’ll go!"
"Me too! No risk, no reward!"
"HAHAHA! I never thought I, Xu Qiang, would get the chance to personally capture a Grandmaster of Huajin in this lifetime! It’s fucking worth it! Worth it even if I die!"
The four high-ranking members, their minds clouded by greed, gripped their pistols tightly and bolstered each other’s courage as they edged toward the ruined doorway.
They crossed the threshold in back-to-back pairs, aiming their guns down the dim corridors to the left and right.
But the corridor was empty. Aside from three gruesome corpses, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
"Huh? Where is he?"
"No, wait. Is that... Master Wei?"
"Is... isn’t this Master Wei?"
"Dead? The Gang Leader killed him?"
When they saw Wei Ji’s mangled state, so gruesome his own mother wouldn’t recognize him, the four of them gasped in unison.
They instantly concocted a "reasonable" explanation: the person who pushed the door open was the late-arriving Master Wei! The Gang Leader had overreacted, opening fire and riddling him with bullets!
This thought sent them scrambling to search the surrounding area. After confirming there was no trace of Lu Yun, one of them mustered his courage and shouted into the hall, "Gang Leader! We didn’t find Lu Yun out here! We only found Master Wei! He’s dead!"
With that, the four of them worked together to carry Wei Ji’s mangled, bloody corpse into the hall, carefully placing it on the floor before Wang Weijing.
Looking at this pile of mangled flesh that was barely human-shaped, Wang Weijing and all the other surviving high-ranking members were dumbfounded, their minds completely blank.
’What’s going on? Was it really that old lecher Wei Ji who pushed the door?’
Wang Weijing began to question reality itself.
’Something isn’t right. The lethal danger I sensed couldn’t possibly have been an illusion, could it?’
’Or did Wei Ji have some unclean thing on him? Or maybe that old fox Lu Yun managed to escape, hanging on by his last breath?’
’Impossible! Absolutely impossible!’
Wang Weijing shook his head forcefully. He was a Grandmaster of Huajin! His perception of danger was an instinct ingrained in his very bones!
’That feeling of extreme danger from just now couldn’t have been an illusion!’
"Son of a bitch! What the hell is going on?!"
An inexplicable rage flared in Wang Weijing. Cursing under his breath, he bent down and started to reload the Type 99 light machine gun with a new magazine.
Regardless, this weapon was his best hope of killing Lu Yun, and he had to keep it fully loaded at all times.
Better safe than sorry.
This machine gun was a "treasure" given to him personally by Lord Kameida, specifically for dealing with Daxia’s Grandmasters of Huajin.
To that end, Lord Kameida had even smugly revealed that the Wa Country was researching even more terrifying weapons.
Biological gas, special explosives, artillery shells... In short, in an era of increasingly terrifying firearms, so-called Grandmasters of Huajin and their peerless Martial Arts were nothing more than slightly tougher slabs of meat in the face of a real army and modern technology!
The very reason he, Wang Weijing, had so devotedly thrown in his lot with the Wa Country was that he had seen this inevitable trend!
Just then, a loud CRASH echoed from overhead!
The wooden ceiling suddenly burst open, creating a huge hole from which splintered wood and debris poured down!
’Danger!’
Terrified out of his wits, Wang Weijing’s survival instincts as a Grandmaster of Huajin kicked in, triggering his fastest possible reaction!
Which was to execute a desperate forward roll, tumbling right off the tiger-skin chair!
A dark violet afterimage, moving faster than the eye could follow, shot down from the hole in the roof!
Lu Yun’s dark purple Wisteria Spirit Staff pierced straight through the Type 99 light machine gun that had been left beside the chair!
The fine steel body of the gun instantly shattered, critical parts scattering in all directions and CLATTERING across the floor!
Wang Weijing scrambled and crawled behind a high-ranking member who was still in a dazed state, then began to roar hoarsely.
At the same time, his hands drew two already-loaded pistols from his waist!
"On the roof!! Fire! Open fire!! Kill him!!"
"BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!"
"RAT-A-TAT-TAT!"
The remaining Cyan Dragon Gang members in the hall woke as if from a dream, terrified, and raised their pistols. Not caring whether they could see the target, they just started frantically pulling their triggers at the ceiling!
For a moment, gunshots rang out continuously, bullets flew everywhere, wood splinters filled the air, and the entire hall was thrown into a chaos of dust and smoke.
But then, a dramatic scene unfolded: one by one, the high-ranking members of the Cyan Dragon Gang began to get shot and fall to the ground.
"Agh! My leg!"
"Who the fuck shot me?!"
"Ouch!"
In less than a minute, people were continuously being hit by bullets fired from different angles from the rooftop.
Wang Weijing didn’t notice any of this. He hid behind the high-ranking member he was using as a meat shield, unloading his bullets toward the ceiling like a madman until both his pistols went CLICK on empty.
The gunfire gradually died down, and the smoke and dust slowly settled.
Panting heavily, Wang Weijing finally noticed that his trusted subordinate, the "meat shield" in front of him, had several new bloody holes in his chest. His eyes were wide open; he had obviously been dead for some time.
Seeing this, Wang Weijing quickly scanned his surroundings. He saw that besides himself, there was not a single person left standing in the hall!
The floor was littered with corpses lying every which way. And in front of him, a figure landed heavily on the ground, dropping from the hole in the ceiling.
It was Lu Yun.
He casually tossed two empty pistols to the ground, then calmly looked at Wang Weijing, who was hiding behind a corpse, his face as pale as a sheet.
Lu Yun’s black tunic was in tatters, riddled with bullet holes and tears. It looked like he was wearing shredded rags.
To Wang Weijing’s eyes, this sight was more absurd than seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
’My dozen or so men were just firing wildly at the roof, unloading who knows how many bullets!’
’And this Lu Yun just came down completely unscathed?’
’He has bullet wounds, but they look like nothing more than flesh wounds.’
’What the fuck kind of monster is this?’
Wang Weijing suddenly shrieked, "You... you old monster! You’ve actually cultivated your Horizontal Training to such a level?"
He couldn’t understand, nor could he accept it!
Wang Weijing knew that Horizontal Training could strengthen the body and resist blades.
But to be able to withstand pistol bullets—and at such close range after being hit multiple times—and still act as if nothing happened... this was completely beyond his understanding of Martial Arts!
"Impossible! What kind of Horizontal Training in this world can make you immune to bullets?"
Wang Weijing shook his head like a madman.
Just then, an absurd and terrifying thought suddenly entered his mind.
"Could it be... could it be that you, old man, have mastered what those lunatics from the Lifeless Lotus Sect talk about..."
"Divine Possession?"

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