"Hahaha, gagagaga."
The Witch King cackled incessantly as he ran.
This shriveled old man, though over fifty, moved with a bizarre agility. He was like a cat, hunched low and using all fours, leaping with remarkable nimbleness.
"Damn it, another freak!"
Ye Zixiao pursued, knife in hand, suppressing his fury. To his astonishment, even with his leopard-like pursuit speed, he couldn't catch up to the old monster.
If this had been an open space,
Ye Zixiao would have easily caught the Witch King.
But in this aerial garden,
Ye Zixiao found it incredibly difficult to keep pace.
The perverse Witch King wasn't confined to the ground; he'd cling to windows, hang from ceilings, anywhere to escape the palace. He was toying with Ye Zixiao like a dog on a leash.
"Ye family brat, you're trash."
The leaping, bouncing Witch King continued to taunt him.
"Damn it, I'm not chasing anymore."
Ye Zixiao stopped, sat on a lounge chair, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and said calmly, "Old beast, keep bouncing. I'll give you three minutes. Don't stop."
"Are you playing with me?"
The Witch King actually stopped.
"Don't stop, keep bouncing!"
"If you're not chasing, why should I bounce?"
"Old beast, I know what you're thinking. You know you're no match for me, so you don't dare fight me. You're jumping around like this, waiting for your damn suicide squad, aren't you?"
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it?"
"You're shameless!"
"Living is the most important thing, what do you need face for?"
"Makes sense!"
Ye Zixiao took a few puffs of his cigarette, lowered his head, and said, "Your plan is good, but I won't give you the chance. Before your suicide troops arrive, I will kill you."
"You really know how to brag."
The Witch King actually lit a cigarette himself.
"You don't believe I can catch you?"
"Of course not."
"Alright, I don't believe it either."
Ye Zixiao flicked his cigarette butt into the hot spring, stood up, and stretched his neck. Just then, Tang Keke, who had disappeared earlier, ran up from downstairs, carrying two guns.
One assault rifle.
One semi-automatic sniper rifle.
"Take it."
Tang Keke tossed the assault rifle to Ye Zixiao, then threw a bandolier full of magazines at him, smiling, "Plenty of bullets, go all out and blast that old pervert to pieces."
"You got it, hahahaha!"
Ye Zixiao grinned as he took the gun.
In principle, true masters wouldn't deign to use guns, or even knives, in a duel. If they could win, they would. If they lost, they'd concede. Without a deep-seated feud, losing wasn't shameful.
However.
The Witch King, that old scoundrel, was cheating.
He was taunting, he didn't dare to confront directly, and he was using his monstrous speed to dart around. He was stalling for time, hoping his suicide troops would arrive to rescue him.
So.
Since the Witch King was playing dirty.
Ye Zixiao decided to be shameless too.
"Kid, what are you doing?"
The Witch King panicked slightly upon seeing the gun.
"What am I doing? I'm going to kill you, damn it."
Ye Zixiao suddenly raised the gun and opened fire.
Tatatatatatat!
Tatatatatatat...
The bullets from the assault rifle streamed towards the Witch King in volleys. The speed of the bullets was incredible. With just one burst, the Witch King was rolling on the ground in a panic.
"Little beast, are you ashamed or not?"
The Witch King yelled during the brief moment Ye Zixiao was reloading.
"Old pervert, stop your whining. If you have the guts, face me head-on. If you don't, surrender. If you keep running, I'll keep shooting you."
Before he finished speaking.
Ye Zixiao reloaded and opened fire again.
"Damn it!"
The Witch King had no choice but to continue his erratic movement.
After a burst of gunfire, the aerial garden was in ruins. The Witch King, as fast as a cat, panted heavily behind a wall, his face contorted in rage.
"Ye Zixiao, you..."
*Bang*—
Just as the Witch King poked his head out to curse, a sniper shot rang out. A bullet flew directly towards the Witch King's head. The Witch King instinctively dodged, but it was a fraction too late.
The bullet struck the Witch King's cheek.
Flesh tore open, and blood gushed out!
"Heh heh heh, keep running!"
Tang Keke held her sniper rifle, laughing.
"Damn it!"
The Witch King was truly enraged. He hid behind the wall and roared, "Ye Zixiao, how are you heroes? Two guns against one person, don't you feel ashamed?"
"I'll shame your mother!"
Ye Zixiao rushed forward, holding his gun.
"Damn it, shameless."
The Witch King could only continue to dart around.
Another barrage of gunfire erupted, the assault rifle and sniper rifle working in concert, unleashing hell upon the Witch King in the confined aerial garden. This onslaught was too much for the Witch King.
The Witch King was monstrously fast.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun bullets!
After a round of concentrated fire, both of the Witch King's shoulders and legs were hit. None of the shots were from Ye Zixiao; they were all from Tang Keke. This showed that Tang Keke possessed sniper capabilities.
Or rather.
Tang Keke was perfectly capable of killing the Witch King.
She was deliberately toying with him.
"Stop firing, stop shooting!"
The Witch King sat in a corner, his spirit broken, and said, "I surrender, I damn surrender. Sigh... I, the great Divine King, have been defeated by guns. How utterly embarrassing!"
"Embarrassing?"
Ye Zixiao stood in front of the Witch King.
He aimed the assault rifle at his head.
"I'm embarrassed, but you're even more so, Ye Zixiao. You, the son of Ye Lingtian, using guns against me? You're truly shameless. You've brought disgrace to your Ye family."
"I don't feel ashamed!"
Ye Zixiao fired a few more shots.
All the bullets hit the Witch King's legs.
Blood spurted out.
The Witch King's legs were shattered!
"Damn, damn, ahhhh..."
The Witch King screamed in agony, his face twisted beyond recognition, yet he still pointed at Ye Zixiao and cursed, "You scoundrel, you don't dare to face me head-on, you only know how to use guns."
"Too lazy to argue with you."
Ye Zixiao let loose another burst.
The Witch King's arms were directly blown off.
As for Ye Zixiao, he never cared what others said, especially about despicable and shameless scoundrels like the Witch King. He was like an internet troll, always believing he was right.
To deal with such a shameless person.
There's only one way: fight back!
"What's wrong, stopped showing off?"
Tang Keke walked over with her sniper rifle.
"Bitch, you..."
"You dare insult me? You're asking for death!"
Before the Witch King could spew any more filth, Tang Keke transformed into her shrewish mode. She raised her large sniper rifle and began smashing it against the Witch King's face with her stock, cursing all the while.
"Your mother, you, a king, acting like an idiot, afraid to fight but still blabbering. Look at your pathetic state, throw you on the street and you wouldn't even be as good as a beggar."
Tang Keke's insults were cathartic.
The Witch King was beaten pitifully.
After the beating and scolding, the Witch King was unrecognizable. His face was completely disfigured, his body covered in blood. He had soiled himself and cowered in the corner, looking utterly pathetic.
"Who did you say was a beggar?"
The Witch King strained to lift his head, his mouth twisted.
"You're not even as good as a beggar."
Tang Keke continued her shrewish insults.
"You call me a beggar?"
"No, you're worse than a beggar."
"I'm a king, a king!"
"King your ass, you dog shit."
"Ahhh, ahhh..."
The Witch King suddenly glared and screamed madly.
A king, driven to madness!