“Master!”
“Old Huang?”
The sudden turn of events left Xiao Yu and Sun Wu in shock.
They couldn’t fathom how Old Huang, whose strength rivaled the top ranks of the Dragon List, collapsed after the short old man uttered a single word.
What was going on?
Not just them, even Old Huang himself found it unbelievable.
Moments ago, sensing danger, he’d prepared to strike. But suddenly, it felt like he’d been hit by a truck—his head spun, and before he could process it, he hit the ground.
Too bizarre!
At the same time, Old Huang realized the short old man from the Witch God Sect was unfathomably powerful.
“Fifth Master, run!” Old Huang shouted.
“Run?” The short old man sneered, “This place is surrounded by my men. Where could he go?”
“Even if he gets out of this room, there are dozens more outside.”
“So, just stay put and die!”
Sun Wu’s face turned grim.
“Hmph, no matter your tricks, this old man will protect Fifth Master with my life,” Old Huang grunted, pulling himself up.
The short old man glanced at him and scoffed, “You’ve already been hit by my curse. Even a god couldn’t save you now.”
Curse?
Old Huang jolted, subtly testing his inner strength. His face paled.
His energy felt drained, not a trace of inner force left. He was no better than a cripple now.
It was over!
His heart sank.
The short old man grinned, “Even if I don’t kill you, with my curse, you won’t last a week.”
Outside.
Ye Qiu overheard this, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
He looked again and noticed that, despite the black robe, the old man’s chest bore a Tai Chi symbol—a Taoist robe.
This guy was a Taoist?
Coupled with cursing skills, Ye Qiu’s killing intent deepened.
“My uncle once said he met a Taoist on the street who knew the art of aversion. If I’m right, that Taoist he encountered was this Left Envoy of the Witch God Sect.”
Ye Qiu’s face radiated murder.
Yet he didn’t act rashly. Sun Wu and the others’ fates meant nothing to him.
Inside.
The short old man smiled at Sun Wu, “Will you end it yourself, or shall I?”
“End it yourself, and you’ll keep a whole corpse.”
“If I do it, I’ll chop you into pieces.”
“Pick one!”
Sun Wu gritted his teeth, “I’ve roamed the underworld for years, not scared into submission. Even in a dead end, I won’t just wait to die.”
He pulled a pistol from his waist, aiming at the old man’s head.
“Let’s see if you’re bulletproof,” Sun Wu said coldly.
Bang!
He fired without hesitation.
The bullet sped toward the old man.
The old man stood still, smiling. Only when the bullet neared his forehead did he reach out, catching it in his palm.
What?
Sun Wu was stunned.
He’d only seen such feats in movies, never imagining someone could catch a bullet barehanded in real life.
“To ants like you, a pistol seems deadly. But to me, it’s just a toy,” the old man said, dropping the bullet with a crisp clink.
Old Huang said gravely to Sun Wu, “His skills outmatch mine. He’d rank top five on the Dragon List. Normal bullets can’t touch a master like him.”
Unconvinced, Sun Wu fired several more shots.
Same result.
Every bullet was caught.
Despair gripped Sun Wu.
“Got any more tricks? Use them. If not, it’s time to go,” the old man said, his smile chilling.
Sweat beaded on Sun Wu’s forehead as he pleaded, “Can you spare me?”
“Let me live, and everything in the Green Wolf Gang is yours from now on.”
“My savings, my property, all yours.”
“If you need me, I’ll serve you like a dog…”
Crack!
His words cut off.
The old man seized his throat.
“I don’t care for the living’s things. I prefer the dead’s. So, die!”
With that, he slammed Sun Wu’s head against the wall.
Splat—
Blood sprayed.
Sun Wu died instantly, eyes wide open.
The old man grabbed a machete from the floor, hacking the body into a dozen pieces in seconds.
Blood and guts spilled everywhere.
The Witch God Sect disciples watched unmoved, as if this were routine.
The remaining Green Wolf Gang members fainted in terror.
Xiao Yu’s eyes widened in fear, trembling.
He was scared too.
“Fifth Master!” Old Huang couldn’t bear to look, closing his eyes.
The old man grinned at Old Huang, “Your turn. You do it, or I do?”
“Death’s death either way,” Old Huang said, resigned.
“Not the same,” the old man replied, “You do it, it’s clean.”
“I do it, you’ll end worse than him.”
“Or your apprentice could do it.”
He kicked the machete to Xiao Yu, saying, “The Witch God Sect welcomes the ruthless and disloyal. Kill your master, and I’ll spare you, even let you join us.”
“Do it!”
Hearing Xiao Yu could live, Old Huang urged, “Xiao Yu, kill me. Live on.”
“Master, you’ve been like a mountain to me. How could I kill you to save myself? That’s monstrous. If I did it, I’d be less than human.”
“We’ll die together today. In eighteen years, we’ll be master and apprentice again.”
Xiao Yu glared at the old man, “Your Witch God Sect is vile. It’ll fall, and you’ll die without a grave.”
“If you won’t kill him, I’ll kill you. Let your master taste losing you first.”
The old man stepped toward Xiao Yu.
Just then, an out-of-place voice rang from the door, “You want to kill, but have you asked my opinion?”
