The nauseating yellow liquid mixed with crimson blood, creating a cruel tableau reminiscent of a Hell Ukiyo-e.
Gently twirling the sword, shedding the blood from its blade, Zhu Haomiao did not turn back to admire the hellish scene he had created. Instead, he lifted his eyes to gaze at the mountain top not far away.
He vaguely felt as if someone was watching him.
Whoosh~
A sudden sharp pain pierced his forehead. Instinctively, he tilted his head to dodge, and a scorching armor-piercing bullet grazed his ear, sparking a blinding trail of fire as it scraped against his Protective Gang Qi.
Boom!
The missed armor-piercing bullet exploded nearby, engulfing Zhu Haomiao in a fireball akin to a small artillery shell.
The heat and blast wave surged forward, but were halted just centimeters away from his body, only stirring half-transparent ripples in his Protective Gang Qi.
