"It was Li Chuan! He's a Sacred Mountain Disciple! He ordered all of this! I've told you everything I should. Can you let me go?"
Lin Shuguang smiled indifferently.
He had already suspected Li Chuan, that smiling tiger... he simply hadn't expected the man to actually dare make a move.
"He acted rashly without even finding out who he was provoking. This Li Chuan is hopeless."
Without giving the man a chance to speak, Lin Shuguang flicked his wrist. The Slaughter Blade's edge sank into the man's forehead without resistance, and blood streamed down.
The Martial Artist's eyes widened, and he toppled stiffly to the ground, his face filled with unwillingness.
Rumble!
An Armed Helicopter flew overhead. Looking down at the carnage in the mountain forest, the Martial Artists aboard who had come as reinforcements all felt their hearts grow heavy. A hundred meters below, they could vaguely see a figure sweeping through the forest like a savage dragon, charging at the fleeing Martial Artists with fierce saber strikes, each one a kill!
Boom!!!
The next second, a storm of bullets poured down from the sky, blanketing the area around Lin Shuguang. The overwhelming barrage shredded towering ancient trees so thick that five or six people together could barely encircle them. Everything crumbled before it as enormous explosions erupted one after another, countless boulders shattered, and great swathes of forest fell.
Blade in hand, Lin Shuguang had long since vanished from his original spot.
Amid the flames spewing from above, very few bullets could hit him. Any stray rounds that struck him were easily blocked by his upgraded Demon God Armor, leaving him entirely unaffected.
He streaked through the air like a bolt of lightning across the sky.
His blood energy surged, combining with his mental arts. In an instant,