In an instant, a crisp sound broke the silence. Wu Tian flicked his finger, and the bullet fell like a meteor, crashing heavily onto the cold marble floor, splashing up silent ripples.
This faint sound, however, was like thunder in the sky, booming in everyone's ears and shaking their souls.
Catching a bullet with bare hands!
Wu Tian's actions undoubtedly created a legendary miracle, aweing everyone around him as if a god had descended to earth, their eyes filled with a tapestry of reverence and fear.
"Hong Jiu, is this your trump card?"
Wu Tian's tone was indifferent, like a cold winter wind that pierced Hong Jiu's heart.
He stood tall and proud, his clothes fluttering in the wind without the slightest dishevelment, displaying an extraordinary and refined demeanor.
He casually glanced around, a hint of pity for the world's ignorance flashing deep in his eyes: "How laughable that mere mortal iron dares to try to harm me?"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding forces felt as if struck by lightning, chilled to the bone, and their souls trembled. Some even felt as if their souls had left their bodies.
Hong Jiu's face was as pale as paper, and his hand holding the gun trembled slightly. He never expected that Wu Tian could catch a shot at such close range with his bare hands without any warning.
Fear and resentment intertwined, turning into a low roar: "Wu Tian, you're celebrating too soon."
After saying that, he frantically pulled the trigger, and the gunshots rang out one after another, like the death knell of the apocalypse, shaking the depths of everyone's soul.
Only when all the bullets were used up and the gun was empty, and everything fell silent, did Hong Jiu look tremblingly at Wu Tian.
However, what came into view was an astonishing scene.
The older brother, whom he had turned into a killing machine, was staring at him with wide, disbelieving grief in his eyes.
A red dot between her brows, with blood flowing freely, silently tells of an unchangeable tragedy.
Just as Hong Jiu was in shock, he suddenly heard Wu Tian's icy voice: "He was killed by your own hands. You are ruthless enough to kill your adopted son. Your very existence is a great mistake in this world."
After speaking, Wu Tian quietly stood beside Hong Jiu, like a messenger from the underworld, descending silently.
Hong Jiu shuddered, looking back in horror as if he had seen a ghost, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak: "I...I lost, I...I was wrong too..."
These few simple words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, announcing the collapse of Ninth Master, the overlord of Linhai City's underworld, leaving behind endless shock and sighs.
Upon witnessing this scene, Wu Tian's lips curled into a cold and indifferent smile.
He casually raised the pair of scythes that symbolized power and revenge, and spoke in a calm tone that contained endless chill: "Since you have taken his life, use his weapon to end your sins."
Hong Jiu's mental defenses crumbled before this sudden storm. The fear surging in his eyes was like an abyss. He roared desperately, "Hall Master Zhu, save me..."
However, his words were cut short as the double scythes flashed like lightning, and Hong Jiu's throat ruptured instantly. Blood gushed from his neck like a blooming red lotus, dazzling yet deadly.
He futilely covered his gushing wound, his eyes wide open in disbelief, as if he could not accept that this young figure could so easily end his life until his last breath.
Finally, his gaze slowly drifted away from Wu Tian, gazing blankly into the distance, as if searching for the final resting place of a soul long lost in the darkness.
His body then collapsed limply to the ground, all life abruptly ceased, and all was silent.
In the center of this hellish stage, which was watched by thousands, deathly silence once again surged like a tide, so heavy that it was suffocating.
Everyone then realized that Ninth Master, who had single-handedly stirred up the underground world of Linhai City and was known as the King of the Underground, had met his end in such a dramatic way here.
His glorious chapter with the Four Heavenly Kings came to an abrupt end, becoming dust in history.
Wu Tian, this rising star who has shown his talent, has a story that, like the rising sun, is slowly unveiling its glorious prelude, foreshadowing the coming of a new era.
Wu Tian stood where Hong Jiu had fallen. Everything around him seemed to stand still, except for the aura emanating from him, which continued to ripple slowly. It was a composure and confidence that transcended age and experience.
He slowly put away his elder brother's double scythes, his gaze sharp as he swept over the crowd around him who had once bowed down to Hong Jiu, without the slightest fear or hesitation in his eyes.
"From this day forward, the name Hong Jiu will no longer exist in the underworld of Linhai City." His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable authority. "Linhai will also cease to have an underworld."
Upon hearing this, Hong Jiu's followers wore expressions of disbelief, but they were powerless against Wu Tian's might and could only place their hopes on Zhu Zheng alone.
The crowd crawled forward on their knees and knelt at Zhu Zheng's feet in unison, their voices shaking the heavens: "We beseech the White Tiger Hall Master of the Dragon Capture Palace to avenge our Ninth Master and uphold justice for us!"
Zhu Zheng's expression changed rapidly. The deaths of Hong Jiu and his elder brother were like sharp blades, dissecting the cruelty of reality.
He knew all too well that Wu Tian was exceptionally skilled in martial arts, ruthless in his methods, and truly regarded human life as worthless.
Eliminating this person is no easy task; it requires ingenious planning and strategy to be effective.
Just as he was pondering, Ma Rulong stepped forward, his tone resolute: "Master Zhu, the Ma family is willing to do everything in its power to eradicate this wicked creature!"
Before he could finish speaking, the Zhou family patriarch interrupted with a cold laugh, his words sharp: "Elder Ma, what just happened is still fresh in my mind. Are you really confident that the Ma family can handle this important task?"
Ma Rulong frowned, his eyes blazing, staring directly at the Zhou family patriarch, and coldly replied, "Zhou Kewen, what do you mean by this? Does your Zhou family think you are more powerful than our Ma family?"
The Zhou family head's real name is Zhou Kewen. Although he is not as hostile as Qi Yunfeng and Ma Rulong, he is not very close to the heads of other families.
Faced with Ma Rulong's questioning, he dismissed it with disdain: "It's not that I'm boasting that the Zhou family is more powerful than the Ma family; I'm just stating the facts."
"Shut up!" Ma Rulong roared, his voice filled with barely concealed indignation. "Fine, since that's how it is, then I'll give this opportunity to your family. I'd like to see just how capable you really are."
Zhou Kewen had not expected that Ma Rulong would so easily give up the opportunity to make a contribution. He suspected that there was something fishy going on, but he didn't think much of it.
In his opinion, Wu Tian was indeed quite capable, but he was no match for the Zhou family.
A smug smile crept across his lips as he laughed loudly, "That's exactly what I'm thinking. Now, please watch closely."
Ma Rulong's face showed barely concealed anger, but he was secretly delighted.
Having witnessed Wu Tianzhi's abilities, he knew that the Ma family's rash actions would be extremely dangerous.
However, he had been too enthusiastic in front of Zhu Zheng just now, and if he backed down now, he would definitely break his promise to Zhu Zheng.
Just when they were in a dilemma, Zhou Kewen provoked them, so they went with the flow and let the Zhou family be the ones to stick their necks out.
However, just as he was gloating over his successful scheme, he heard Wu Tian calmly say, "Stop arguing, both sides should attack together."
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