You're Not Worthy!

Meanwhile, Divine Beggar darted backward to widen the distance, constantly dodging Luo Jun's bullets. Yet Luo Jun's muzzle remained locked onto him, his finger flickering as he moved. The bullets had practically become a bullet screen, pouring down on the Old Beggar.

Divine Beggar frowned deeply. He could not understand the principles behind this bizarre hidden weapon. Not only was it immensely powerful and incredibly fast, but its ammunition seemed inexhaustible. The bullets fired in such a short time could have piled into a small mountain, so how were they all coming out of such a tiny device?

And the bullets he had blocked—after so many had been fired, there did not seem to be many on the ground. Where had they gone?

Divine Beggar had originally planned to wait until Luo Jun ran out of ammunition before closing in to fight. But now, it was clear that this strange tool possessed some hidden mystery. Its bullets were probably impossible to exhaust. If this dragged on, who knew when it would end?

This Hundred Rivers Sect really had some tricks up its sleeve. Its bizarre inventions far surpassed all reason!

At that thought, a nameless rage surged in Divine Beggar's heart. He had cultivated bitterly for many years to become Ascended, hailed as one of the three great masters of the Martial World. He had roamed the Nine Provinces for centuries and built an awe-inspiring reputation. Whether sect leaders or court officials, all of them acted like mice before a cat when they saw him. Yet today, he was being suppressed by a Hundred Rivers Sect disciple using some bizarre contraption. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Of course, he knew Luo Jun was no ordinary disciple. Half a year ago, he had slain a Peak flood dragon, and