Ye Lingling knew how cruel the world of Soul Masters was, and she also knew that only the victor of this Soul Fight could leave the Soul Fight Stage standing.
When the referee in midair gave the order, even though Ye Lingling was unwilling to kill, she pulled the trigger.
The AK47's muzzle flared like a tongue of fire. Aimed at the so-called Bat Little Prince, it went rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Because she knew that she did not want to die, nor could she die. Otherwise, she would be letting Yun Xiao Feng and her other sisters down.
There were far too many people watching the death match. When Tang San at the edge of the Soul Fight Stage saw the weapon in Ye Lingling's hands, his dream of establishing the Tang Sect in this world instantly went cold by half.
He considered his Hidden Weapons powerful, but could those damn things compare to an AK47?
What wishful thinking.
Everyone watched the Bat Little Prince standing on the Soul Fight Stage, his body jerking as AK47 bullets pierced through him. Yet Ye Lingling did not know whether it was because her aim was poor, but not a single damn shot had hit a vital point.
Even so, the Bat Little Prince whom they had claimed could win them money could not be saved. There was only death waiting for him.
Ye Lingling watched the Bat Little Prince crumple onto the Soul Fight Stage, his body continuously twitching as bloody froth kept spilling from his mouth.
At that moment, she gathered her courage and fired a shot directly between the Bat Little Prince's brows.
The Bat Little Prince's head burst apart with a bang, like a watermelon smashed by the Clear Sky Hammer.
Ye Lingling's legs went weak. This was the first time