The Fight Begins

The Wang Family estate was about the size of a football field, with the front and back courtyards serving as the two halves.

As the most important living space for the master of the house, the study faced south and basked in excellent light. Its carved beams and painted rafters were also extravagantly ornate.

But now, the doors and windows of the Wang Family study were tightly shut, and every conspicuous spot had been draped in white cloth.

With a somber coffin set inside, the atmosphere felt all the more oppressive.

Like any young man, Wang Siqi was somewhat dismissive of funeral rites.

He had devoured books from abroad, and secretly scoffed even more at the elders' habit of taking their treasures to the grave.

Fortunately, it would all be over soon.

Wang Siqi glanced at the clock. At five that afternoon, he would accompany his relatives as they carried the coffin to the Wang Family burial grounds.

Once the coffin, burial goods, and Spirit Child had been placed in the tomb, the funeral would be over.

Then he could take full possession of his father's inheritance and use it to launch his "great enterprise."

Wang Siqi raised a hand, and a glass bottle flew into it.

"With this, the Wang Family is sure to become a world-class dynasty!"

The bottle contained the "Ice Soul Powder" developed by the Emperor of Izumo.

Wang Siqi patted the coffin, deeply grateful that his father had picked the right side back then and secured the distribution rights to this divine treasure.

It had even drawn a giant like the "Jiu Shan Sect" to eagerly come courting, hoping to get a share of the profits.

At that moment, scraping sounds came from inside the coffin again.

Wang Siqi was about to soothe its occupant when someone suddenly pounded on the study door. Bang, bang!

"What's going on? Have you no manners at all?"

Wang Siqi's face went cold as he went to open the door.

The next second, a corpse slid inside and fell to the floor, its back a bloody, mangled mess.

Wang Siqi immediately recognized him as one of the estate's Martial Masters.

Looking up, he saw two intruders—a man and a woman—approaching him.

Before he could say a word, the woman pulled the trigger and opened fire!

A dead enemy was the best enemy. Xiao Cha had no interest in wasting time talking.

They were about ten meters apart.

Normally, Wang Siqi would have taken three blasts and become a bloody heap of mangled flesh.

But he had reached Meditative Entry in Spirit Refinement, giving him the ability of "Bullet Time" and a reaction speed of fifty milliseconds!

In an instant, Wang Siqi had locked onto Xiao Cha, clearly seeing her finger squeeze the trigger and the direction of the muzzle.

The moment Xiao Cha pulled the trigger... Wang Siqi abruptly leaned to the left, dodging the blast of pellets by the narrowest margin!

Xiao Cha refused to believe it and fired again and again, sending out one burst of pellets after another.

Yet every time, Wang Siqi twisted his body at just the right moment, dodging all the incoming buckshot like he was in The Matrix!

Such supernatural skill came from the combined power of Spirit Refinement and Martial Arts.

Xiao Cha was stunned, and finally understood why those who tempered their bodies without refining their spirits were derisively called "Strongmen."

They were on completely different levels. Even with a gun, she couldn't do anything to him!

At that moment, Wang Siqi could easily have closed the distance and killed Xiao Cha, relying on their vast difference in reaction speed.

But Lu Li was still there, and his gun was firing deadly pellets too.

The sturdy study door was punched full of holes, forcing Wang Siqi to duck back inside.

"Their guns look like Winchester 1897s, but they're quiet... That little box on the muzzle is suppressing the sound!"

Well-read as he was, Wang Siqi had broad knowledge. In an instant, he had guessed most of the truth.

He immediately retreated into the study and slapped his father's coffin lid flying!

Wang Wenzhen sat up inside the coffin and rasped, "Wh-what... is it..."

His skin had turned ashen gray. A dull, crimson light gleamed in his eyes, and ghastly black nails grew from his fingers.

Then Lu Li and Xiao Cha charged into the room and stared at the monster.

"What the hell is that thing? A zombie?"

"Some officials were buried with such lavish treasures that they feared people would covet them, so they turned themselves into zombies to guard their tombs."

Xiao Cha's explanation made Lu Li's skin crawl. He couldn't make sense of the Divine Continent's unique burial customs.

Wang Siqi sneered. "I was wondering who it was. So it's you... Lu Li! Looks like you've learned what the Ice Soul Powder is for."

Cultivators had excellent memories. Wang Siqi remembered who had come and understood the reason for today's visit.

But he wasn't afraid in the slightest. Instead, he barked:

"You two pieces of trash will be blood food today!"

Before the words had even left his mouth, the old man eagerly stretched out both claws and lunged at Xiao Cha with a whoosh.

Drool ran down his chin as he snarled, "A virgin! Fresh, tender vir-gin!"

A foul wind rushed toward them. Lu Li and Xiao Cha hurriedly raised their shotguns and fired.

But Wang Siqi's eyes narrowed as he stared at the gun in Xiao Cha's hands.

An Organ Refining martial artist had three thousand jin of strength, so Mind Power couldn't disarm him, but it could still deflect the muzzle.

Fortunately, both of Lu Li's shots hit the zombie in the head, knocking it aside.

But the monster immediately stood back up as if nothing had happened!

Apart from the steel pellets embedded in its face, it was unharmed. Its flesh was impossibly tough!

A shotgun was smoothbore, with too little penetrating power to hurt this monster!

Seeing this, Wang Siqi relaxed and sneered.

"Rare to see two people come to pay their respects with their own flesh. I'll make sure my father enjoys you properly. A virgin, you say? He'll start with the womb!"

As he taunted them, Wang Siqi prepared to strike, waiting for his father to throw their formation into disarray.

Wang Wenzhen did not disappoint his son. He bent his knees, kicked off, and lunged at Xiao Cha again with a gust of foul wind.

"Switch guns!"

At Lu Li's shout, the two dropped their Continuous Spray shotguns and grabbed their Children's Rifles.

The guns had truly been made for children, with small, lightweight frames.

They also used a great deal of polymer to reduce their weight, lacking the imposing heft of metal firearms.

Limited by the era, Wang Siqi couldn't help underestimating them.

He thought they had run out of shotgun shells and had no time to reload, so they had pulled out some strange pistols. He sneered inwardly:

"Pathetic. A zombie's flesh is as hard as cast copper. A mere pistol...!!!"

Wang Siqi's smile quickly vanished!

The two Children's Rifles opened fire at incredible speed, their shots far quieter than the Continuous Spray.

But when the bullets struck Wang Wenzhen, he let out a scream of agony!

The Children's Rifle looked small, but it was a genuine rifle, with tremendous stopping power.

Its 5.56 mm ammunition was also "enhanced-performance ammunition." The bullets differed from ordinary rounds and were made in two sections.

The first section was steel, designed to pierce armor; the second was copper, designed to penetrate the target before shattering and tumbling.

The "toy guns" in Lu Li and Xiao Cha's hands fired ten rounds in just one second, peppering Wang Wenzhen with holes the size of peanuts.

But inside each tiny hole, the tumbling copper fragments had churned the flesh into mush.

Some rounds even passed straight through, ripping cup-sized holes in Wang Wenzhen's back.

The demon clutched both hands over his head and screamed without pause!