Heat Weapons Aren't Something You Have to Use Yourself

"Pah. The Heavenly Fate Master really did strike first. Good thing I ran fast." The Grand President spat out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, half his body was missing. The fact that he could spit blood rather than simply leak it onto the ground was already something extraordinarily miraculous.

Fortunately, he had escaped quickly, and with the God Chosen troops covering him, he had managed to preserve his life.

He had long been prepared for the Heavenly Fate Master to make a move against him. He just had not expected the other side to come so quickly.

After all, he himself had intended to kill the man. Once the other party sensed it, how could he possibly let him off?

Unfortunately, the God Chosen had suffered near-total casualties. It was simply impossible for them to survive.

Even Xue Yang, a Type Six, had been no more than an oversized ant before the Heavenly Fate Master. Let alone delaying him, even blocking him had been difficult.

The other God Chosen had died outright just from being caught in the aftermath of the attack.

After that, the Family Factions had stepped in and taken control of the entirety of Jing Prefecture.

"You ran fast, that's true. But the Heavenly Fate Master might not let you go." Lu Xingshi's voice came from nearby.

The Grand President's expression became exceedingly complicated.

"Professor Cao, you're just an ordinary person. You came here personally to save me—aren't you afraid of dying here?" The Grand President's tone carried unmistakable surprise.

"Don't worry. I still have a few methods for dealing with a Heavenly Fate Master." As Lu Xingshi spoke, he brought out a sniper rifle.

The sniper rifle was not made of metal alone. Large quantities of blood-and-flesh structures, resembling blood vessels, had been embedded