Debris and dust permeated the air freely.
A splash of fresh blood flew out.
Xie Guang grunted, clutching his shoulder with one hand, his figure retreating like lightning.
After reaching the side, he quickly pulled out a Gold pistol from a drawer.
His gaze warily pierced through the crack, only to see a masked figure standing at the doorway, like a demon god descending, instilling fear in one's heart.
That person lifted his foot and kicked forward fiercely.
"Bang!"
The broken anti-theft door vibrated violently, its entire iron body directly caving inward, then flying inside and slamming heavily against the living room wall.
The next moment.
Just as the door opened.
Xie Guang pulled the trigger without hesitation.
For Martial Artists, they generally have strong confidence in their physique and disdain the use of firearms.
But for him, the competitive spirit of his youth was long gone.
What Martial Artist's heart? Being able to survive was the most important thing.
For this.
After realizing that a Breakthrough to Martial Artist was hopeless, he chose to learn marksmanship to enhance his own strength.
Bang bang bang!!!
Amidst the smoke and dust, several gunshots suddenly rang out.
Xie Guang's marksmanship was extremely accurate.
Aside from two bullets that were deflected by the long blade, almost all the rest hit that person's body.
"Seeking death!"
Xie Guang sneered.
However, the next instant.
Clang!
Accompanied by the sound of several metal objects falling to the ground.
His smile instantly froze on his face.
Those were the bullet casings he had fired.
"How is this possible? Could this person be a Martial Artist?"
One must know that although Martial Artists in the Qi Blood Realm are powerful, both their physique and defense far exceed ordinary people.
But to achieve immunity to bullets is almost impossible.
As far as he knew, only two possibilities could achieve this level.
Either a certain defensive type of Qi and Blood Skill had been cultivated to Perfection, or one had achieved a Breakthrough to Martial Artist, opened the Essence Origin Divine Treasure, and undergone a life transformation.
Furthermore, the difficulty of cultivating a Qi and Blood Skill to Perfection is no less than achieving a Breakthrough to Martial Artist.
And in both cases, the increase in strength brought to a Martial Artist is an extremely exaggerated degree.
Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his spine.
A hint of fear also rose in his heart.
Whoosh!
Just then, a fierce wind rushed towards him.
The tall figure instantly approached him.
A blade slashed towards his face with a roar.
The blade light shone, carrying a terrifying Evil Qi.
Knowing that he had no other path, only to fight.
Immediately, Xie Guang raised his hands, and the skin on his hands turned a reddish-Gold color.
Gold Stone Hand.
After cultivating this Qi and Blood Skill, the palms become like refined iron, capable of clashing with blades and swords.
Hitting a person's body is like a heavy hammer blow, resulting in either death or severe injury.
However, the next moment, he felt a trance in his body and mind, freezing on the spot.
He was as if possessed.
Pfft!
By the time he reacted, he only felt a numbness in his arm, and intense pain instantly came, blood splattering everywhere, his arms were severed at the root by the sharp blade light.
The severed arms briefly hung in the air, then fell powerlessly to the ground.
Blood splattered on the floor, on the walls, everywhere.
...Ah!
Just as he was about to scream, a large hand firmly gripped his neck, lifting him up with one hand.
The immense force made him unable to breathe.
On Xie Guang's face, veins bulged.
He stared fixedly at the person in front of him.
His eyes revealed an unbelievable terror.
Such terrifying strength and speed left him with no power to resist, and he was held in the hand like a chick.
His heart was filled with both fear and confusion.
He didn't understand when he had provoked such a powerful individual.
He wanted to say something, but because his neck was choked, he couldn't speak at all.
"Actually, Xie Fei and I got along quite well. I gave you a chance, but you insisted on forcing me, seeking death yourself, so you can't blame me..."
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind the mask.
Xie Guang's pupils widened.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief.
He naturally recognized the owner of this voice.
Hu Qi!!
These past few days.
He had imagined seeing the other party killed.
But he never expected it to be this scene.
At this moment, a hint of regret arose in his heart.
He recalled a sentence Xie Fei had said to him when he was still alive.
"Dad, your personality is too extreme, you need to change it."
However, he had not taken these words to heart at all.
...Uh...you...
He struggled, trying to say something.
Crack!
Suddenly, that palm tightened with force.
Xie Guang's neck, like rotten wood, was directly broken.
Then, he stared fixedly at Hu Qi, as if he had something to say.
Seeing this scene, Hu Qi smiled.
"Don't worry, once you're dead, I will keep my promise and kill your entire family."
"Ho...ho..."
Upon hearing this.
Xie Guang's mouth slightly opened, his eyes wide, his face contorted, originally hanging on by a thread of thought in his heart, now hearing Hu Qi's words, he was directly overcome with rage, dying on the spot, unable to rest in peace.
Bang!
The corpse fell to the ground.
Hu Qi's blade light flashed, cutting off his head, after confirming that he was dead beyond dead.
He looked down at the places on his body where he had been hit by bullets.
The skin there had already broken.
Compared to the assassins he had encountered before, Xie Guang's pistol was clearly more powerful, actually able to break through his skin.
Although there was still a big difference from killing him, it also made Hu Qi's heart tighten.
The exchange between the two, from start to finish, seemed long.
But it only took a dozen seconds.
In the corridor outside the door, a commotion had already begun.
Faintly, footsteps were approaching.
After Hu Qi quickly scanned the room.
He did not linger.
He sheathed his blade, pulled up his trench coat hood, and directly smashed through a side window.
He jumped down from the high-rise building.
Cold wind, rain, and a sense of weightlessness came together.
Hu Qi curled his fingers, continuously grabbing and slapping the wall.
Suddenly, his descent speed sharply decreased.
About a dozen seconds later.
Hu Qi descended from the high-rise building of over a dozen floors to the ground.
After briefly discerning the direction, his figure quickly disappeared into the rainy night.
...
Above the firmament, leaden clouds hung low, and rain threads were like woven fabric.
They slanted densely, casting a hazy veil over the entire world, making it appear slightly Chaos.
Raindrops fell on the lake, creating ripples.
A group of small fish quietly emerged, their tails gracefully swaying as they darted between the tiny vortices created by the raindrops, occasionally surfacing to blow bubbles upwards.
In the center of the lake.
A white figure stood alone, standing steadily on the water's surface.
Upon closer inspection, this was indeed a handsome young man.
What was strange was that in this heavy rain.
His robes showed no trace of water, remaining as dry as before.
At this moment, the young man's eyes were slightly closed.
His hands were clasped behind his back.
The rippling lake water only covered the soles of his shoes.
His figure rose and fell with the surging lake surface.
Combined with his white robes and handsome appearance, he resembled an immortal banished to the mortal realm.
After an unknown period of time.
Suddenly.
The young man opened his eyes.
A flash of realization flickered in his eyes.
He raised his hand forward, his five fingers forming a loose fist!
The next moment.
Dense water vapor from all directions rapidly converged.
All the rainwater disappeared.
Not only that.
Even the lake water that had originally risen by the lake shore dropped by a few points.
Seeing this situation.
He opened his outstretched palm, then raised his head.
His gaze looked directly at the gloomy sky.
He raised his hand and slapped upwards.
