Unrivaled Soldier in the City

Seeing Fan Wu critically injured and out of the fight, a smile crept onto Lin Kuang’s lips.

Elder Pei and Elder Yao can help the others now. I’ll focus on the Demon Emissary. Even if I can’t seriously injure him, I can at least distract him. That should be enough for Elder Hai.

Thinking this, he aimed his sniper rifle at the Demon Emissary.

BANG.

A bullet pierced the night sky, heading straight for the Demon Emissary’s shoulder.

The shot should have hit, but the Demon Emissary’s power was on another level. He had already retreated, dodging the attack before the bullet could even pierce his arm.

Despite this, a wave of concern washed over the Demon Emissary. After all, if that shot had connected, he would have been wounded, and his opponent was Hai Wubian. If he were injured while facing Hai Wubian, he wouldn’t be confident of his chances.

Seeing this, Hai Wubian glanced at Lin Kuang on the windowsill and smiled to himself. The next moment, he attacked again. This time, Hai Wubian drew the Soft Sword from his waist and slashed toward the Demon Emissary.

Seeing this, the Demon Emissary didn’t dare to be careless and re-engaged Hai Wubian in battle.

Lying prone on the windowsill, Lin Kuang quietly made his calculations and pulled the trigger again. This time, the bullet was aimed at the Demon Emissary’s thigh.

Sensing the danger, the Demon Emissary abruptly lifted one leg, instantly evading Lin Kuang’s bullet. At that exact moment, Hai Wubian’s Soft Sword arrived, slashing across the Demon Emissary’s thigh.

Fortunately, the Demon Emissary’s reflexes were fast enough to prevent Hai Wubian from severing his leg. Even so, a gash more than an inch deep was torn open on his thigh, and blood gushed out ceaselessly.

Startled, the Demon Emissary’s body explosively retreated as the muscles in his leg contracted, stemming the bleeding.

Just then, Lin Kuang fired another shot, aiming straight for the Demon Emissary’s head. Sensing imminent danger, the Demon Emissary instantly fell back, barely evading the bullet. Had it struck his head, he would have been killed instantly.

He dodged the bullet, but Lin Kuang’s attack didn’t let up. Another round flew out, targeting the Demon Emissary’s shoulder.

At the same time, Hai Wubian charged in, wielding his Soft Sword in a frenzied assault. Between Hai Wubian’s barrage and Lin Kuang’s constant interference, the Demon Emissary’s movements were severely restricted, and he was suppressed at every turn.

Whenever he tried to counterattack, Lin Kuang would open fire. Although the bullets didn’t hit him, the constant threat was deeply unsettling and agonizing.

Damn it, damn that brat! he roared inwardly. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to tear Lin Kuang to pieces. The boy was infuriating.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, two of the Fan Family’s four experts at the level of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top were killed.

Now, Zhantai Jing, Zhantai Xuan, Pei Chengwu, Pei Chengwen, Yao Feng, and Yao Shan—six masters of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top—were besieging the two remaining Fan Family experts. As one might expect, the two Fan Family members stood no chance against the six-man assault.

In a short time, they were covered in injuries and were ultimately slain by Zhantai Jing and Zhantai Xuan.

With that, all four of the Fan Family’s experts of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top were dead.

"Let’s go, we need to help Elder Hai!" Pei Chengwu urged, looking at the Demon Emissary still locked in combat with Hai Wubian.

Everyone heard him and nodded in agreement. Only Zhantai Xuan felt somewhat displeased and didn’t want to help, but since everyone else had agreed, he couldn’t object and reluctantly went along.

The next moment, the six masters of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top joined Hai Wubian, launching a combined Fatal Strike against the Demon Emissary.

Witnessing this, the Demon Emissary’s expression changed drastically. He was powerless. Defeating Hai Wubian alone had been difficult enough. Now, with six more masters of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top joining the fray, how could he possibly continue this fight?

At this thought, the Demon Emissary gritted his teeth. Where there’s life, there’s hope. His only choice now was to escape.

With that, the Demon Emissary quickly broke through Zhantai Xuan’s defensive line, intending to flee. However, at this point, no one was going to let him get away.

"Everyone, open fire! Stop that Demon Emissary!" Fan Wucheng yelled.

"Yes, sir!"

The Fan Family members immediately responded, and more than a dozen guns opened fire. A dense hail of bullets completely enveloped the Demon Emissary. At the same time, Lin Kuang, still on the windowsill, kept firing, blocking the Demon Emissary’s escape route.

Now, the Demon Emissary was completely bewildered. Faced with such a dense barrage, he would need to be a god to have any hope of dodging it.

"You damned lot! Our Demon Sect will rise again! The moment our Demon Sect is revived, all of you will die!" the Demon Emissary roared frantically. He knew that at this point, there was no escape, only death.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Bullets tore through the Demon Emissary’s body, making him tremble violently as blood streamed from each wound. His head, torso, legs, and arms were all riddled with bullets. At this point, even a great immortal would have perished, let alone this Demon Emissary.

Lin Kuang, wanting to be certain, put another bullet in the man’s head. Only after the bullet pierced the man’s skull did Lin Kuang relax.

Seeing that both the Demon Emissary and the Fan Family’s four masters were dead, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Fan Wudao, his face deathly pale, was still clinging to life. He lay on the ground, breathing weakly.

Just then, Lin Kuang and Fan Bingbing walked out of the castle, joining Hai Wubian and the others.

"That’s finally settled. Elder Hai, what should we do with this guy?" Lin Kuang asked, looking at Fan Wudao, who was barely alive on the ground.

"I’ll take him back to Wumi Building. Perhaps we can get some information out of him." As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Fan Wucheng. "As for matters here, let’s leave them be. The Fan Family can handle the rest."

Hearing this, Fan Wucheng walked over and bowed slightly to Hai Wubian. "Greetings, Elder Hai. Rest assured, I will handle things here."

"Good. We’ll be on our way, then. We’re taking Fan Wudao with us," Hai Wubian said with a smile.

Fan Wucheng glanced at his older brother, then nodded with a pained expression.

Yao Zhao and Pei Yuandong helped Fan Wudao up from the ground. Fan Wudao’s gaze fell upon Fan Wucheng.

"Wucheng, I have only one request," Fan Wudao said, his weak voice filled with sincerity. "Treat my son kindly."