Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 292 - 97: Destruction (Part 4)
"Crack..."
"Ka-cha!"
Sharp sounds rang out continuously.
A clamor came from the villa in the distance.
The Five Ghosts led the way, and before long, they were within a hundred-meter range of the villa.
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng’s eyes flickered slightly, and his figure suddenly flashed.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Several holes appeared where he had just landed; if they had landed on him, even his Three-Thunder Body couldn’t have withstood them.
"Bang!"
"Bang, bang!"
"Da-da-da..."
Rapid gunfire broke out, and countless bullets swept across the dense forest. The opponents did not know his exact location, so they simply covered the area entirely.
"Ding..."
A long saber appeared in Fang Zheng’s hand, and the blade vibrated slightly, splitting an incoming bullet in two. He stood firmly on the spot.
Pistol bullets posed much less of a threat to a Martial Artist.
Within seven steps,
there was still some threat.
Beyond seven steps, it was almost impossible to seriously injure a Martial Artist.
Moreover, Fang Zheng had achieved Small Circulation Perfection, practicing a top-tier Body Tempering Technique, making his Three-Thunder Body comparable to a Great Zhou Martial Artist.
Even if hit within seven steps, as long as it wasn’t in vulnerable areas like the eyes or groin, being shot elsewhere was of little consequence.
Of course.
It could only be a low-caliber pistol.
"So many gunmen?"
His eyes shifted as Fang Zheng swung his saber toward a section of tree trunks. With several chops, he cut down several disk-sized wooden stakes a few feet away and kicked them forward.
The wooden stakes whistled as they flew out in succession.
Simultaneously, Fang Zheng curled his body, hiding behind one of the wooden stakes, and seized the opportunity to charge toward the villa ahead.
"Da-da-da..."
Machine gunfire was rapid, bullets crisscrossed in the air, blasting toward the oncoming wooden stakes, and several gunmen appeared and launched attacks in all directions.
The next moment.
"Woo..."
A sudden gust of yin wind rose in the scene as four Resentful Souls appeared out of thin air, letting out piercing wails and swooped toward the people inside the villa.
The Fierce Ghost did not appear.
With Fang Zheng’s current cultivation level, the control range of the Five Ghosts Transport Technique was only ten zhang, and now they were already within ten zhang of the villa.
"What is that?"
"Ghosts!"
"Open fire! Quickly, open fire!"
"Da-da-da..."
Gunfire rang out again, urgent and chaotic.
Unfortunately.
Firearms capable of killing a Martial Artist or shattering Protective Force were utterly ineffective against the intangible Underworld Soul Ghosts.
On the contrary, the ghosts howled, and no matter what kind of bulletproof vest you wore or where you hid, it was useless. You would be lightly pounced upon and have your Qi and Blood devoured.
"Ah!"
"No, please..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
In an instant, the harrowing screams rang out.
Fang Zheng emerged from his hiding place and walked slowly towards the villa. Along the way, he saw skeletons scattered around and firearms strewn all over the ground.
"Peng!"
The wall was smashed to pieces with one slap from him.
"Boom!"
The sturdy bulletproof door violently trembled under the Five Thunders Hand, detached from the wall’s confines, and crashed inside.
"Crack..."
Electric light shone in the room, seemingly a kind of trap, but this current, capable of instantly killing a tiger, was like a tickle to him.
He extended his hands, gathering the electric light, and channeled it into his Powerful Qi, blasting it towards the inner doors.
"Boom!"
The villa trembled massively.
A moment later.
The sporadic gunfire disappeared, and skeletons appeared in every corner of the villa as four Resentful Souls roamed inside.
Upon sensing a living presence, they would pounce ferociously.
In an instant.
The screams came to an abrupt halt.
Finally.
The alloy door fell heavily to the ground. Fang Zheng walked with his hands behind his back into a secret room, sweeping his gaze across the room, finally fixing it on a woman.
"Mu Yandi?"
"...Yes." Mu Yandi gritted her teeth, her eyes showing terror, fear, confusion, and deep hatred as she looked over:
"Fang Zheng!"
"It’s me." Fang Zheng nodded:
"Where is Mu Shichong?"
"Haha..." Mu Yandi laughed hysterically, her expression manic:
"You’ve destroyed the foundation our Mu Family built over several decades and now want to eradicate us completely. Do you think I would tell you?"
"The Mu Family is finished," Fang Zheng said with indifference:
"Even if Mu Shichong went to Myanmar, without the Mu Family’s wealth support in the country, do you think he would thrive there?"
"Enough!"
Shaking his head, he flicked out a piece of talisman paper with a wave of his hand:
"No need to waste time."
"Magic?" Mu Yandi’s beautiful eyes contracted; she instinctively stepped back, then laughed frantically:
"So magic truly exists in this world, but so what? You still fear guns; you’re just mortal flesh and blood, destined to die."
"Hmm?"
Fang Zheng’s eyebrows slightly rose, and an inexplicable sense of foreboding surged in his heart.
"Haha..."
Mu Yandi grinned, her face twisted:
"I’ve buried countless explosives below, and no matter how great your skills and means, you’ll go to Hell with me."
"Die now!"
Unbeknownst to him, the ground suddenly trembled and an overwhelming sense of danger surged in Fang Zheng’s heart.
Danger!
"Heh..."
Fang Zheng let out a soft laugh:
"Impressive, but unfortunately..."
"Farewell!"
Said while gently waving at her, in the moment before the flames consumed everything, his figure suddenly vanished, without a trace.
"No!"
Mu Yandi shrieked, then her entire body was torn to pieces.
"Boom!"
The rumble spread for hundreds of miles, reverberated through villages more than ten miles away, the surrounding mountains quaked, and a mass of flames soared into the sky.
The villa’s location turned entirely fiery red.
The ground erupted in flames, twisted as if kneaded by a terrifying force, and the villa vaporized in an instant.
Gale winds swept several miles.
On the mountain peak.
Liu Qing and Zhang Yong stabilized their figures in the crevices of the rock, and after the gale subsided, they looked down with pale faces.
It was over!
Even Zhang Yong, who had the most faith in Fang Zheng, now wore a face of despair as such terrifying destruction made it impossible for anyone to have survived.
