The Final Operation (Part Two)

Bang!

The bullet tore through the Man in the Flesh's face. Blood sprayed from the back of her head onto the wall. Her scream died before it could begin, and half her skull sheared away as though struck by a spinning millstone.

Thud.

Her ruined body hit the wall like a rag doll, and a book gleaming milky white slipped from her sleeve.

Xia Lun did not stop to inspect his prize. With a flick of his wrist, he swung the gun toward the high-ranking Mind Fasting Sect Cultists charging out of the gathering hall.

Those Cultists were formidable. Any one of them could crack a wall with a punch. But Xia Lun was still in Heightened Focus. To him, they moved in slow motion, sluggish and clumsy.

As he concentrated, the five charging opponents seemed to separate from the rest of the world. Abstract patterns of points and lines appeared over their bodies.

Acting on instinct, Xia Lun aimed at the points where those lines met and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The spinning bullets became a storm of scorching metal, tearing through flesh, smashing bone, and shredding organs.

Then something strange happened. Rather than flying backward, the Cultists' bodies collapsed into pieces like models with their supporting blocks pulled out.

The sight was so bizarre that even the high-ranking Mind Fasting Sect believers, accustomed to every kind of bloody and sinister horror, screamed. With time slowed around Xia Lun, their shrill cries stretched into long, muffled sounds.

The screams had barely begun before gunfire shattered them again.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Blood stained the folding screens. A corpse overturned an incense burner. Bullets splintered chairs. Headless bodies lay among the cushions, while blood and entrails reddened the cavern's gray floor.

The high-ranking Mind Fasting Sect