"A bunch of trash, still only managing to hole up in Qianzhou after so long."
When Ling Yun told Gu Lang about this matter, Gu Lang's face darkened, his somber voice filled with disdain.
Ling Yun gave a wry smile, "Yeah, who would have thought they'd be so useless, completely unable to be of any help."
Gu Lang waved his hand, tucking a handgun onto his waist, and grasped a sword adorned with a powerful black dragon pattern.
"Forget it, it's all the same. These people can probably barely protect themselves. Zhao Yunhai has likely already set up contingencies around them."
"As long as we get rid of Zhao Yunhai, we'll leave Qianzhou immediately. From then on, we'll be as free as birds, with nothing holding us back. How joyous would that be?"
Ling Yun agreed, "You speak sense."
Just then, a grenade was thrown directly through the window, landing in front of the two of them.
The two looked down, their faces turning cold. The inner energy within them instantly shielded them.
The sound of explosions erupted, and one after another, grenades were thrown in, along with three bottles of incendiary fluid. The room instantly erupted in flames.
The two of them escaped directly through the window. This was the sixth floor of a self-built residential building, which only had six floors in total.
"Reload!!!"
Si Jinyan saw two figures escape through the window and aimed his sniper rifle at them, firing.
The ten team members behind him immediately removed their grenade launchers, attached suppressors, and formed a firing net towards the two of them.
The positions of the twenty snipers had already been exposed by spies, making it incredibly easy for Si Jinyan to deal with them.
Gu Lang and Ling Yun were both peak experts. Knowing that bullets were coming, they were naturally able to evade them.
"Go to hell."
Gu Lang and Ling Yun were filled with rage. A mere martial artist, no different from an ant, had managed to put them in such a predicament.
"You two always like to tell people to go to hell, so how about I ask one of you to rest in peace today?"
"Which one of you would like to volunteer?"
Zhao Yunhai suddenly appeared in front of Si Jinyan, effortlessly blocking the attacks of the two. He withdrew his hand with a casual demeanor and gave them a contemptuous smile.
Ling Yun and Gu Lang were forced to retreat repeatedly by a powerful force.
"Your strength, impossible, how can it be this strong?"
"This fellow must have used some demonic or crooked cultivation method to forcibly increase his power."
Gu Lang and Ling Yun felt the immense power firsthand, their hearts sinking.
"Amitabha, Ling Shizhu, we meet again."
The young monk Wu Chen also appeared beside Zhao Yunhai and greeted Ling Yun.
Ah Da and others also appeared behind Zhao Yunhai.
Wang Fan was somewhat fearful of such a scene and hid behind the young monk Wu Chen.
"Young monk, you must protect me. When this is over, I'll help you calculate your destiny."
Wang Fan would say anything now; his life was on the line, and he needed a strong protector for such a major event.
"Wang Shizhu, do not panic. This young monk will naturally protect your safety."
Wu Chen, the young monk, stood firm and would not allow Wang Fan to be harmed.
"Empty-handed, you truly underestimate us."
"You will surely die today."
Seeing Zhao Yunhai empty-handed, Ling Yun and Gu Lang immediately felt he was looking down on them, and their anger reached its peak.
As protagonists.
They could not stand being humiliated the most.
Any humiliation would be amplified infinitely in a protagonist's heart, making it unbearable.
"I've found that I'm quite good at this."
Zhao Yunhai took a specially made bullet handgun from Si Jinyan. Seeing the two attack, he slid between them with a swift movement.
His Dragon Claw Hand forced Gu Lang to retreat.
Holding the handgun in his right hand, Zhao Yunhai blocked Ling Yun's attack with his elbow. With a bang, the gun fired, hitting Ling Yun's arm.
These were specially made bullets. Even as a peak expert, Ling Yun could not withstand this shot unless he dodged it.
Ling Yun gasped, wielding his soft sword. Sword light flashed everywhere, the soft sword dancing gracefully in his hands.
Even if it could block Ling Yun's attacks, the soft sword would wrap around your attack like a snake, striking at you.
This was the Yi Jian Jue that Ling Yun had learned, which, combined with the soft sword, was said to be unparalleled in the world.
Unfortunately, he had encountered Zhao Yunhai, who was now like the creator of this soft sword technique.
No matter how strong Ling Yun was, in Zhao Yunhai's eyes, he was full of flaws.
It was like being the one who set the rules; naturally, he knew where the loopholes were.
When Zhao Yunhai's fingertips touched the soft sword, a crisp sound was heard. The soft sword recoiled and vibrated, its hum mournful.
Dragon-like sliding steps.
Zhao Yunhai's figure appeared behind Ling Yun and, with a reverse kick, sent Gu Lang flying.
The four clan elders who had been watching the show, discarding their fruits, all made their move.
"Bang!"
Another shot. Ling Yun's hands were completely crippled.
Zhao Yunhai sneered, "Still not kneeling and kowtowing to me?"
Ling Yun immediately collapsed to the ground, his legs straight as he knelt. The feeling of humiliation spread through his entire body.
"Impossible."
Ling Yun had endured the agony of ants gnawing at his bones in the dead of night, determined to wash away his shame. How could he fall here?
"Ah!!!"
Zhao Yunhai saw Ling Yun kneeling on the ground, his eyes red with rage, roaring as if he were about to rise.
The protagonist's halo is truly powerful.
Zhao Yunhai saw the needle Zhao Yunhai had placed on Ling Yun's leg being forcibly expelled from his thigh.
"Hahaha---uh!"
Just as Ling Yun was about to stand up, he found himself weakly kneeling again.
"It's alright, let me give you a couple more injections."
The Huayang Needles were something Zhao Yunhai favored and had always used.
Force it out?
I'll see you force it out.
See if you can force it out faster than I can insert my Huayang Needles.
Ling Yun's face was filled with frustration. Bowing his head, he was forcefully circulating his inner energy, preparing to forcibly expel it when the opponent wasn't paying attention and escape.
Zhao Yunhai's strength was definitely at the peak, and his level was even higher than his and Gu Lang's.
This conclusion, verified firsthand, made Ling Yun temporarily lose the thought of killing Zhao Yunhai.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn.
As long as he was alive, one day he would make the entire Zhao clan pay.
"Let him go."
Gu Lang's strength was at its peak, and the four Grandmasters couldn't stop him.
"Oh?" Zhao Yunhai gave a cold smile. The icy muzzle of the handgun sent a chill through Ling Yun's mind.
Am I going to die?
No, how could I die?
"Gu Lang, save me." Ling Yun cast aside all his pride and cried out for help.
"I'm coming." Gu Lang had no choice but to save Ling Yun; if Ling Yun died, he would likely also be filled with regret on the spot.
Zhao Yunhai watched Gu Lang attack him, "Three."
"Two."
"One."
"Stop it!"
Under Zhao Yunhai's threat, Gu Lang was forced to stop, shouting anxiously.
"I'm truly sorry! You shouted a little too late."
Zhao Yunhai, in front of Gu Lang, coolly plugged his ears with his fingers, gave a mocking smile, and gently pulled the trigger.