Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

He Wuchong was dead; his head had been crushed to pieces. So dead he could never be deader!

Everyone present was stupefied, staring at Qin Heng in utter disbelief and shock.

No one had thought he would be so decisive! Not afraid of the snipers lying in ambush outside at all.

He had acted on the spot! Without any hesitation! He had just crushed He Wuchong's head! Such a ruthless man!

Qin Heng remained impassive, his demeanor calm, as if he had merely stepped on an insignificant ant. He looked indifferently at He Shanyan and said lightly, "Alright, now I've returned him to you."

BANG!

With a light kick, He Wuchong's headless body flew to He Shanyan's feet, blood flowing and soaking his shoes.

"You! You!" He Shanyan trembled with rage. Despite being nearly eighty and relying on his Martial Dao cultivation for strength, witnessing his own grandson's head get crushed caused him to choke on his anger. He spat out blood as he roared, "Do it! Do it! Kill him!!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Two middle-aged men behind He Shanyan immediately opened fire relentlessly, an entire clip of bullets heading straight for Qin Heng!

"Be careful!"

"Young Master Qin! Dodge quickly!!"

Fang Yiwen and the others were horrified, while Qian Zhenghai and his companions were scared out of their wits!

In the eyes of ordinary people, firing a gun meant certain death. Even a Hidden Force Martial Artist like Fang Yiwen couldn't withstand an ordinary handgun. One bullet meant one life! Not to mention there were now two handguns firing ceaselessly. Facing such a crazed assault, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster would have to dodge; otherwise, getting hit would surely mean injury!

But what was the extent of Qin Heng's cultivation? What kind of strength did he possess? He was at the absolute peak of the Qi Refinement Realm, ninth-level grand perfection, the strongest summit of the Qi Refinement Realm! Even someone like Xu He—an Innate Grandmaster above the Transcendence Realm, practically standing at Earth's pinnacle and mingling with world leaders as an equal—appeared to Qin Heng as nothing more than roughly equivalent to the seventh level of Qi Refinement. Too weak! Merely ants! All not worth mentioning!

Amidst a hail of gunfire, Qin Heng stood stock-still, not moving an inch. His right hand swept in front of him, almost creating afterimages. When the gunfire ceased, he spread his five fingers open.

CRACKLE! POP!

A handful of handgun bullets fell from his hand.

At once, complete silence fell over the crowd; not a sound could be heard!

Catching bullets with bare hands! While many fantasy works featured such scenarios, when it happened in reality, when it actually appeared right before their eyes, the impact it brought was unprecedentedly great!

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring at Qin Heng incredulously. They looked at the bullets falling from his hands and his unscathed palms. Is this even a human being!? Are his hands made of steel??

"What on earth are you!?" He Shanyan looked at Qin Heng in utter horror, his face filled with disbelief, exclaiming, "A monster, a monster!!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a gesture. "Do it!!" He Shanyan glared at Qin Heng, bellowing, "I refuse to believe we can't kill you!!"

BANG!

A sound as if the sky itself was being torn apart rang out. Seven sharp bullets, moving with terrifying speed, covered several hundred meters in an instant, shooting towards him!

Faster than lightning, leaving no chance to cover one's ears! There was simply no opportunity to react; the moment He Shanyan spoke, the bullets had already arrived!

He Shanyan laughed loudly. "Hahaha! You're dead for sure!!"

BUZZ!

The air suddenly trembled as if a violent wind had sprung up. All seven bullets halted in front of Qin Heng, pinched between his ten fingers, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch. Their powerful kinetic energy dissipated, causing intense fluctuations in the air!

"Impossible!!" He Shanyan's eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out. He staggered back three or four steps, looking at Qin Heng—unharmed and clutching the bullets with his fingers—as if he had seen a ghost.

How could there be someone in this world who could catch bullets with bare hands!? Could it be that this world really has Immortals?

Qin Heng casually threw the bullets in his hand, instantly killing the seven assassins hiding outside. He then approached He Shanyan and said indifferently, "A frog at the bottom of a well cannot conceive of the Firmament; how could it know of my strength?"

At the same time, he raised a finger and lightly tapped on He Shanyan's forehead. His Internal Force penetrated the body and instantly destroyed his brain, causing this Half-step Grandmaster to bleed from seven orifices and perish.

As for the other two from the He Family, Qin Heng also disposed of them with ease.

The entire process was as effortless as squashing a few ants underfoot.

"There should still be people from the Fangs around." Qin Heng turned to Fang Yiwen and said flatly, "Call someone to clean this up."

Only now did the Fangs come to their senses. Looking at the corpses and bloodstains on the ground, their faces turned pale.

Fang Liyang quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Qin Heng, saying respectfully, "Sir, thank you for saving the Fangs. We are eternally grateful and will never forget this kindness! May I ask who I'm addressing?"

"Qin Xuantian. Merely squashed a few ants, it's nothing to make a fuss about," Qin Heng said, waving his hand casually.

Fang Liyang was suddenly at a loss for words. The core of his being was shaken by the revelation that those who had almost caused the downfall of the Fangs were seen as mere ants in the eyes of this young man! Is this the difference in strength?

At this moment, Fang Yiwen also stood up, her beautiful eyes full of admiration as she looked at Qin Heng. I had originally thought that this Qin Xuantian was just a Martial Artist with exceptional Hidden Force, but now it seems his true strength is far beyond my imagination! Catching bullets with one hand, pinning them in midair with bare hands! Such strength! Simply inhuman!

Now that the people from the He Family were almost entirely dead, the Fangs who were at the hospital came to the room and moved Old Master Fang to a different ward, dealing with the signs of battle in the original ward.

「In the new ward.」

Fang Liyang said to Qian Zhenghai, "Zhenghai, how did you know something had happened to my family? We owe you a lot today. If you hadn't brought Mr. Xuantian here, our Fangs might have been finished."

"This..." Qian Zhenghai instantly felt a bit awkward, not knowing how to respond. After a glance at Qin Heng and seeing his nod, he thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I came with Young Master Qin to treat Old Master Fang."

Although Qian Zhenghai did not know why Qin Heng was using the name Qin Xuantian, he knew that if Qin Heng hadn't mentioned it himself, it was not his place to ask.

However, his words left everyone from the Fangs utterly stunned. Fang Liyang looked at Qin Heng, mouth agape, unsure of what to say. Healing!? This young man??

Many renowned doctors from home and abroad had examined him and found no solution. They could only hope Old Master Fang could survive this crisis on his own.

"You're here to treat my grandfather's illness?" Fang Yiwen looked at Qin Heng with disbelief and said, "Although it is said that since ancient times medical and martial skills were two sides of the same coin, and with your Martial Dao being so strong, your medical skills must also be impressive, but I fear that for my grandfather's condition, you might..."

Being able to fight doesn't mean one can heal injuries!

"No need to worry," Qin Heng stated lightly. "As long as he is not dead, I can bring him back."

"..."

At once, the Fangs were silent, and Fang Yiwen had nothing more to say. Although we're extremely grateful to Qin Heng for saving the Fangs, Old Master Fang is the foundation of our family. We absolutely cannot afford any mistakes! To let such a young person take charge of the treatment... we're still a little uneasy. But we dare not voice our concerns. After all, Qin Heng's power, as he demonstrated earlier, is too terrifying. He could easily kill us all with a wave of his hand!

They distrust me because I'm young? Qin Heng looked around at everyone and chuckled. He was no ordinary person; he could easily discern their thoughts. He sneered, "What makes you think I need your trust? The only reason I came to save this old man is that he was a wartime hero of yesteryear who saved the Divine Province from imminent collapse. I am saving him for his deeds, not for you. Step aside!"