The room was completely silent.
Perhaps it was the presence of human presence, for the flame of the merman oil lamp hanging on the wall flickered, making the already dim surroundings even darker.
Sheng Ning stood still and looked around. Before she could spread her hands to indicate that this method wouldn't work, a soft sneer rang out again in the room.
Along with a soft hissing sound, there was also a sputtering sound.
Song Bei is injured.
Guan Yunchuan stabbed him in the shoulder, leaving two bloody holes.
Hot blood dripped from the wound, staining his fluorescent green religious robes.
Perhaps not expecting Guan Yunchuan to actually dare to attack him, Song Bei stared incredulously at the man blowing air into the gun barrel before finally speaking with trembling lips after a long while.
"Guan Yunchuan, how dare you..."
"I told you, I can blow your own parents to smithereens with one shot. Do you want to try?"
Switching between the Gatling gun and the laser cannon in his hand, Guan Yunchuan watched him coldly, the fake smile on his face disappearing.
Seeing that he looked cold and serious, not like he was joking, Song Bei immediately shut his mouth.
He had already swallowed two hemostatic pills when he felt something strange on his shoulder. He frowned and examined his body.
Upon discovering that there were two bullets without any spiritual power inside his body, a resentful expression immediately appeared on his face.
"I was wrong? This is the strongest junior sister you all talk about? If you hadn't used spiritual fruits and pills to nurture her, could she have grown to this level?"
"She's not even as good as Junior Sister Yueyao's toe, I..."
Before Song Bei could even utter the word "spit," a gun barrel appeared in his mouth.
He instinctively took a step back, but before he could regain his footing, his feet suddenly trembled, and he fell flat on his backside.
The moment the dull pain struck, he let out a muffled groan. At the same time, because he had accidentally fallen, the gun barrel that had been blocking his mouth tilted to one side.
The bullet grazed the top of his head, leaving behind the smell of gunpowder and the acrid smell of burnt hair.
Guan Yunchuan... actually dared to shoot him in the mouth?
Song Bei's face suddenly turned pale.
He dared not imagine that if it weren't for that earthquake, he would have been riddled with bullets by the Gatling gun in the other's hand.
I subconsciously raised my hand to touch the back of my neck.
The thought of being breached sent a chill down Song Bei's spine.
This time, Gatling didn't shoot him right through the mouth, but instead grazed the top of his head.
He raised his hand and touched his head, feeling a brittle, burnt patch, followed by a patch of scalp...
Song Bei stared wide-eyed, his eyes bloodshot, as he looked up at the person in front of him. "Guan Yunchuan, are you insane?!"
Guan Yunchuan looked at him coldly and said in a deep voice, "Your mouth stinks, let me clean it for you, you're welcome."
After saying that, without waiting for Song Bei's response, Guan Yunchuan turned around and walked excitedly towards his junior sister.
Just now, during that earthquake, a crack suddenly appeared beneath his junior sister's feet.
Looking at the extra steps in front of him, Guan Yunchuan grinned from ear to ear, "I told you, Junior Sister, you could definitely do it."
"Unlike some frogs in a well who think the world is only so big and think they are the best in the world after learning a little bit."
"Don't you even touch the two hairs on your own head and ask yourself if you're worthy?"
Guan Yunchuan's words were very skillful.
Just now, everyone's attention was focused on the crack that had just opened.
Hearing what he said, everyone present turned to look at Song Bei, who was slumped on the ground not far away.
The monk had good eyesight.
Everyone saw Song Bei's thick black hair; now that his hair ornament had been knocked off, his black hair was flowing down his shoulders.
Song Bei wasn't bad-looking either, so it should have been a beautiful scene, but the middle of his hair was singed by a Gatling gun, making him look particularly comical.
"Pfft!"
I don't know who started laughing first.
Soon, bursts of laughter filled the room, making Song Bei, who had already lost all face, wish he could just collapse into the ground.
"What are you laughing at, Sheng Ning? When we get back to the mainland, I'm going to complain to the elders and make sure the Invincible Sect pays a price!"
Sheng Ning, who was innocently caught in the crossfire, blinked and said, "Sure, I'm ready anytime. But whether you'll even be alive to go out and complain by then is another matter."
As she said this, her gaze clearly fell on Qin Chuan.
Seeing that the latter remained unmoved, her smile deepened. "Look at you, you've been wronged, and even your senior brother won't help you."
Unlike me, who enjoys the exclusive favor of my senior brothers~
At this moment, Sheng Ning only regretted that she did not have a handkerchief in her hand.
Otherwise, she would definitely look even more deserving of a beating.
Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Song Bei was so angry that his eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.
Seeing that he had fainted from anger on the spot, Yu scoffed and showed it to the remaining two disciples of the Taixu Sect, "The disciples of the Taixu Sect have poor mental fortitude. They need to practice more in the future."
Upon hearing this, the remaining two disciples of the Taixu Sect immediately looked up at their senior brother.
Qin Chuan had warned them long ago that they must not offend Sheng Ning or the Invincible Sect.
Song Bei and Xi Zhen deserve what they've become.
"Now that the passage is open, let's go down." Fang Chong raised his eyes and glanced at the Taixu Sect disciples whose faces were pale.
After looking at the Taixu Sect, he looked at Xie Wenxuan beside him, and finally shook his head and sighed.
"If you don't court death, you won't die."
There seemed to be no merman oil lamps below. After rummaging through her mustard seed bag and finding the luminous pearl she had obtained in Bliss City, Sheng Ning took the lead and walked towards the cave entrance.
Su Daiyuan and his group followed closely behind.
In the end, only the disciples of the Taixu Sect remained in place. "Senior Brother, what should we do with Second Senior Brother and Fourth Junior Brother?"
They can each carry one without any problem.
But if something goes wrong after they go down there, how can they protect themselves?
Qin Chuan glanced expressionlessly at the unconscious Song Bei, "Slap him, wake him up and get on your way."
The disciple thought he had misheard, and reached to pick at his ear. He said, "Senior Brother, you mean... slapping Fourth Junior Brother's face?"
Upon hearing Qin Chuan's deep voice in response, the disciple stepped forward, squatted down, and gently patted Song Bei's face twice.
"Fourth junior brother, wake up..."
His movements were too gentle to wake the person.
Qin Chuan frowned and said, "If he doesn't wake up, you can stay here with them."
The two disciples immediately became anxious upon hearing this.
Before they came, the elders specifically instructed them to make sure they got their hands on the totem.
They had originally placed all their hopes on their eldest brother.
However, the eldest brother appeared to be willing to obey Sheng Ning's words.
The disciple gritted his teeth. In order to complete the task assigned by the elders, he raised his arm, and then a series of loud slaps echoed in the room.
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