Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

The Earl was growing impatient and snorted, using invisible True Martial Qi Energy to choke Dan Dan's throat.

Dan Dan immediately couldn't make a sound, and his little face turned bright red.

Bang!

At this moment, a bullet broke through the air, aiming for the Earl's forehead.

The Earl was taken aback; his Hell Scripture had already reached the Sixth Layer, and he himself was a top True Martial Earth Grade master.

His strength could directly crush the likes of Houtu and other Witch Kings, but after all, he was made of flesh and blood and couldn't withstand a bullet.

Most crucially, the Earl felt a long-lost sense of crisis from this bullet.

Such a sense of impending destruction had not been felt by the Earl for many years, but now it was incredibly intense, like sharp needles piercing his skin.

The Earl let out a strange cry, his body turning into a blur, darting out in the nine o'clock direction.

Bang, bang bang bang!

However, gunshots continued to sound in succession behind him.

Soul Chasing and Life Snatching bullets, forming a large net of trajectories in all directions, completely enveloped the Earl's figure.

The Earl felt as if his soul was about to leave his body as he suddenly realized he had underestimated the shooter.

This damned shooter completely blocked all his paths for dodging bullets, leaving an impression of nowhere to run.

Bang!

The Earl's body spun rapidly like a windmill, dodging the storm of bullets, but in the end, he was still hit, blood splattering everywhere.

The Earl was in complete shock, clutching the wound on his shoulder, looking towards the door.

There were hardly any shooters who could injure him with firearms in the world.

At the entrance to the Temple, Yang Fei appeared with a large-caliber Desert Eagle, lazily watching the wounded Earl.

"Trash, you even bully children. I'll annihilate you today."

"Boss, you finally came, damn it, I missed you so much."

Dan Dan, still in shock, saw Yang Fei's familiar lazy smile, immediately jumped up three feet high, rushed towards Yang Fei, and hugged his thigh.

Yang Fei's Desert Eagle remained aimed at the Earl while he patted Dan Dan's head: "Finally found you, kid. How's it going, are you hurt?"

Dan Dan immediately puffed out his chest: "Of course not, just these few worthless guys couldn't possibly hurt me?"

"I'm not bragging, one sneeze from me and they'd all be done for!"

"Smack!"

Yang Fei slapped the back of Dan Dan's head, swallowing the kid's brag almost back into his throat.

"Would you die if you didn't brag? If I hadn't come over, you would've been out of breath."

Dan Dan chuckled, clutching the back of his head: "Got used to it, used to it, but this time I really wasn't bragging, I took him out in one move..."

Yang Fei rolled his eyes at him, gun aimed at the Earl: "So, are you surrendering now, or should I blow your head off?"

Roar!

Just as Yang Fei finished speaking, the Earl's figure vanished in place, simultaneously letting out a roar that pierced sharply into everyone's eardrums.

Even Yang Fei didn't manage to capture the Earl's figure this time.

He pushed the speed of the Immortal Race to the limit, reaching Yang Fei's face in the next second, with sharp claws aimed at his throat.

Off to the side, Houtu's heart pounded with fear, only now realizing that the Immortal Race expert hadn't even used his full strength when he fought her.

Now with genuine wrath, his speed had reached such a Realm.

Yang Fei's eyes could no longer see the Earl's figure, yet inside him, the Turtle Extreme was revolving, and the Tortoise Mirror accurately reflected the Earl's trajectory.

Seeing the Earl's sharp claws about to penetrate Yang Fei's throat.

Yang Fei's pupils dilated, feeling a sense of impending doom for the first time.

This Old Maozi's speed had surpassed the scope of a True Martial Master, even Yang Fei couldn't see clearly.

Others also cried out, Houtu shouted: "Quickly step back, danger!"

Dan Dan recognized the danger too: "Boss, don't worry about me, dodge!"

...

One could say, if it hadn't been for the Tortoise Mirror's warning, not even ten Yang Fei's put together could have escaped this attack alive.

However, with the Turtle Extreme revolving inside him, Yang Fei predicted the Earl's attack trajectory precisely zero-point-zero-zero seconds in advance, saving his neck by just those fleeting moments.

Instinctively, Yang Fei tilted his head to avoid the Earl's claws, but the side of his throat still exploded into a spray of blood, getting wounded by the Earl.

Moment of life and death!

The Earl couldn't believe that even with his speed pushed to the limit, he couldn't kill Yang Fei and was taken aback.

Just then, Yang Fei's Desert Eagle pressed against the Earl's heart, firing three consecutive shots!

The massive impact of the Desert Eagle blasted the Earl, making him roll backwards, leaving behind a trail of blood.

"Earl, are you alright?"

"Protect the Earl!"

...

Seven or eight ghostly figures swarmed up, supporting the Earl, their voices full of panic.

The Earl clutched his chest, blood dripping from his lips, his handsome face twitching in agony.

He slowly raised his head, coughed twice, then suddenly burst into laughter, utterly ignoring the blood gushing from his mouth.

His eyes viciously locked onto Yang Fei: "You're right, you've successfully provoked my Battle Will. You're the first in so many years to make me want to kill."

As he spoke, his hand covered his chest slowly opened: "Do you think this could kill me?"

Bullets clattered to the ground from his palm, and he said faintly: "If I hadn't activated the Blood Pattern Medal armor in time, I would've died by your hand. You've shown me the power of firearms, but you're dead too."

Then, with a loud shout, the Earl's palm released True Martial Qi Energy and lunged once more at Yang Fei.

Bang! Bang bang!

Yang Fei's Desert Eagle fired, and the Earl's figure paradoxically seemed even faster.

Everyone's retinas struggled to capture the Earl's form.

Yet, Yang Fei's bullets still precisely targeted the Earl's near-instantaneous movement.

Bullets struck his chest, shoulders, and abdomen, piercing through the outer layer of the Earl's tailcoat.

Beneath the tailcoat was a bulletproof vest with peculiar patterns, faintly shimmering with metallic luster, repelling shell fragments that couldn't harm the Earl.

The Earl laughed out loud: "My Blood Pattern Medal armor isn't something your pistol can challenge, die now."

This guy rushed towards Yang Fei in a zigzag pattern, moving like lightning, avoiding only vital points like his eyes and throat.

Yang Fei sneered as he loaded a Dragon Talisman Bullet into the magazine: "Try one more shot if you dare!"

The Earl whirled forward, his sharp claws aiming directly at Yang Fei's throat.

Yang Fei jerked leftward and then fired his gun with a bang.

Bang!

The Earl's sharp claws missed Yang Fei's throat but abruptly pierced through Yang Fei's shoulder, blood spraying everywhere.

Yet at that moment, Yang Fei's last bullet struck the Earl's heart once again.