Bang bang bang bang—
The other four Secret Martial Arts warriors saw this and their faces changed drastically. They all pulled out their pistols, gunfire erupting as bullets rained toward Chen Xuan.
Having attained Astral Force, Chen Xuan did not dodge.
He stood where he was and slowly raised his right hand, spreading his fingers. An invisible force surged from his palm and gathered three feet before him into a visible wall of air.
The air wall shimmered with faint five-colored radiance—gold, green, blue, red, and yellow intertwining and flowing like a Five Elements wheel slowly turning.
The bullets entered the air wall, their speed abruptly plummeting as though they had sunk into a mire. Inch by inch, they pushed forward, finally stopping less than half a foot from Chen Xuan's body.
More than a dozen bullets floated in midair, their golden tips still spinning slightly, yet unable to advance another fraction.
The four Secret Martial Arts warriors stared wide-eyed, the guns in their hands unconsciously drooping.
"Th-this... what is this?"
"Astral energy released externally... He's an Astral Grandmaster!"
"Wasn't Xia Dynasty martial arts supposed to be finished? How can someone still cultivate Astral Force?"
Their voices were trembling.
An Astral Grandmaster was a legendary existence—impervious to blades and bullets, untouched by water and fire. Even when facing an army, one could still retreat with one's whole body intact.
Chen Xuan looked at the bullets hovering before him and lightly swept his right hand.
The bullets flew back, faster than they had come.
Puff puff puff puff—
Four muffled impacts rang out.
The heads of the four Secret Martial Arts warriors were pierced through. Their bodies crashed to the ground, devoid of life.
Zhao Tiezhu poked his head out from behind the train carriage. Seeing the five Secret Martial Arts