Executed

Executed

"Is this a mini machine gun!?"

Wang Siqi had never imagined that such an unassuming weapon could pack this much punch! And it was fully automatic!

In both design and materials, the Children's Rifle represented the most advanced technology on Blue Star.

When it came to killing, humanity never disappointed.

As the shell casings clattered to the ground, Wang Wenzhen howled in agony, his flesh torn open and sticky black liquid spraying everywhere.

If he hadn't covered his head with both hands, and if zombies didn't have such incredible vitality, he'd have been finished already.

At that moment, Wang Siqi's eyes narrowed, and he snapped his gaze toward the coffin lid on the ground.

An invisible psychic force burst forth. The hundred-plus-pound rosewood lid shot into the air, spinning and whistling toward Lu Li and Xiao Cha!

Wang Siqi also rushed forward, planning to take advantage of the chaos and eliminate Lu Li first!

Father and son moved as one. Wang Wenzhen spat a mouthful of foul, inky sludge at Xiao Cha.

Faced with such a well-coordinated "pincer attack," Xiao Cha panicked.

She wanted to protect herself and shield Lu Li, too, but divided her attention and she likely wouldn't manage either.

Fortunately, Lu Li had already entered Bullet Time and had a clear picture of everything happening in the room.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the incoming coffin lid.

It immediately flew back the way it had come, precisely blocking the foul sludge spat by the zombie!

With a sizzling sound, the lid was eaten away, riddled with pits. It quickly rotted, then hit the ground and crumbled like a dead branch.

With a single move, Lu Li broke the father-and-son duo's combined attack, then raised his rifle and sprayed bullets at Wang Siqi.

The Children's Rifle fired at six hundred rounds a minute. Amid its strange, muffled "thud-thud-thuds," bullets rained down.

Wang Siqi didn't dare take chances. Like a great cat, he darted behind the coffin in an instant.

The coffin splintered under the gunfire, but Wang Siqi was stunned by something else. "He's entered Meditative Entry!"

He clearly remembered that Lu Li had only been at the minor level of Spirit Concentration. How long had it been?

Wang Siqi himself had spent ten years cultivating to reach his current level!

Before Wang Siqi could make sense of it, Lu Li had already swung his rifle around and aimed at the zombie's knee.

If he shattered it, Old Master Wang would be all but useless.

Wang Siqi couldn't let that happen. He immediately glared at Lu Li, unleashing a mental disruption.

But just then, Lu Li looked up, too. Their eyes met, both gazes imbued with psychic force!

Eye contact was important in human interaction. People used it to express and share their feelings.

But when Cultivators locked eyes, they were directly pitting their cultivation against each other!

"Brat, you're asking for death!"

Wang Siqi refused to believe he could lose. He unleashed his full psychic force, determined to snap his opponent's neck.

Lu Li didn't back down, starlike brilliance blooming in his eyes.

Their surging psychic forces crashed into each other like waves, then silently dissolved into spray.

Then came the second clash, the third, the fourth... In the blink of an eye, their minds clashed fifteen times!

Not a sound rang out, yet the house inexplicably shook three times.

Wang Siqi shook, too.

His eyes went blank, and he stumbled backward. If not for his Martial Arts training, he would have made a complete fool of himself!

By contrast, Lu Li stood motionless, clear-eyed and full of energy.

"That's impossible!"

Wang Siqi's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His face was a mask of disbelief. He couldn't accept it—he'd lost in a direct contest of cultivation!

Ten years of hard cultivation, defeated by a Rogue Cultivator—a cripple who fooled around with a wild girl!

And that wild girl was in perfect sync with Lu Li.

Without exchanging a word, while the two men battled with their minds, Xiao Cha aimed at the zombie's knee and pulled the trigger.

Amid the muffled "thud-thud-thuds," she fired ten bullets in a single second, shredding the zombie's left kneecap and spraying sticky black liquid everywhere.

Old Master Wang let out a pained hiss. His body dipped, and he nearly fell to one knee.

With the enemy's threat greatly diminished, Xiao Cha quickly replaced the magazine, then raised her rifle and unleashed a torrent of fire at the Wang father and son!

Bullets howled through the room, sending debris flying from the floor and walls. One piece of expensive furniture after another burst apart.

It was an obvious attempt to pin them down. While the girl created this golden opportunity, Lu Li replaced his magazine, too.

He'd wanted to change it earlier, but with Wang Siqi watching him, he hadn't dared.

That monster was fast enough to kill him while he was changing magazines!

Thank goodness Xiao Cha was there!

Next, the two fully automatic rifles poured fire into the Wang father and son!

A storm of bullets raked through the room, leaving the ornate, classical study in ruins.

Old Master Wang's burial clothes were shredded, too. His body was pitted and covered in black, sticky muck, like a stinking piece of meat pulled from a trash can.

Under such ferocious fire, Wang Siqi hid behind his father, too afraid to show his face.

This is bad. A wise man doesn't stand beneath a crumbling wall. I should've run at the first opportunity!

But now it was too late.

Wang Wenzhen had only just become a zombie, and he still retained a sliver of consciousness. He roared, "Son, run!"

With that, he dragged his ruined body toward Lu Li and Xiao Cha, trying to buy his own son a chance to live.

Wang Siqi sprinted for the nanmu lattice window, covered in white cloth, and prepared to leap out!

There was no way they could let the man escape.

Lu Li didn't even glance at the charging zombie. He focused completely on Wang Siqi and pulled the trigger.

Amid the "thud-thud-thud" of gunfire, shell casing after shell casing flew out, smoking as they clanged onto the floor.

One "enhanced-performance bullet" after another left the barrel at high speed, spinning toward its target.

Their Spirit Refinement cultivation canceled each other out.

Now it was just an ordinary person with an automatic weapon, shooting at a leopard running at full speed!

Against a gun, even a leopard could only turn into a "fur coat."

In a single second, Wang Siqi abruptly changed direction three times, altering his speed to dodge countless bullets.

But against such a deluge of gunfire, even he couldn't escape unscathed. A bullet struck his shoulder.

Wang Siqi stumbled, his speed dropping. He watched helplessly as more bullets struck, punching one bloody hole after another through his body.

The bullets entered his flesh, their impact destabilizing the copper alloy in their rear halves and making them tumble inside him.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Siqi had become a punctured waterskin. Blood sprayed from his body as he collapsed by the window lattice.

Seeing this, Wang Wenzhen let out a furious, heart-wrenching roar. For the first time, he abandoned Xiao Cha and charged at Lu Li.

Lu Li was ready for him. The Kunlun Mirror was primed to unleash its power.

This magical treasure couldn't even be scratched by bullets, so it was actually more suited to defense.

But Xiao Cha didn't know that.

Afraid Lu Li would be hurt, she raised her rifle and charged at the zombie!

She shredded the arms he'd raised to shield his head and face, but ran out of ammunition herself.

Without time to reload, Xiao Cha drew her Nine-Section Whip and launched Soaring Dragon Startles!

With a sharp crack, half of Old Master Wang's face was gone. He looked even more horrifying, and the stench was so foul it made their eyes water.

But he didn't seem to notice. Gritting his teeth, he charged straight toward Lu Li.

Xiao Cha lashed out again, striking the zombie's right leg. He staggered sharply and nearly fell.

That bought them more than enough time.

Lu Li turned around and pulled the trigger.

The gun's last two bullets hit the zombie precisely in the tip of his nose and his forehead.

Old Master Wang ran two more steps on the momentum, then collapsed to the ground. His head still faced his son, lying in a pool of blood.

At that moment, the suona was playing its grand finale. Its mournful melody seemed to wail aloud in grief.