This...
Yue Xiaofei stared at the scene before him, his eyes practically popping out of his head.
He felt his entire worldview suffer an unprecedented blow.
These were... fucking Daoists?
Their firepower was heavier than that of a regular infantry squad!
While Yue Xiaofei was still reeling in shock, unable to collect himself...
The Old Celestial Master leisurely reached into his wide sleeve and took something out.
It was a gun.
A silver-white gun with an imposing design that embodied the aesthetics of violence, hailed as a "hand cannon"-
A Desert Eagle!
With his withered yet remarkably steady hand, the Old Celestial Master pulled a gleaming golden magazine from his other sleeve and smoothly slid it into the pistol.
Click!
A crisp, pleasing sound rang out.
A round was chambered.
He hefted the weighty killing machine, feeling its cold surface, and a deeply satisfied, kindly smile appeared on his face.
Then, meeting Yue Xiaofei's utterly stunned gaze, he smiled faintly and spoke with perfect composure.
"Young friend Yue, do not be alarmed."
"Times have changed!"
"Though I am a man of the cloth, abiding by our precepts and avoiding worldly entanglements..."
A fanatical gleam flashed in the Old Celestial Master's eyes, completely at odds with his sage-like bearing.
"Marksmanship is an art!"
"Ballistics is a path!"
"As the saying goes, caliber is justice, and range is truth!"
"Today, let this humble Daoist perform a Physical Exorcism for these vile guests from Eastern Japan!"
When the Old Celestial Master delivered those utterly outrageous words in his sage-like voice, Yue Xiaofei was dumbfounded.
He looked at the Desert Eagle in the Old Celestial Master's hand, then at the rows of firearms and ammunition in front of the young Daoists...
What the fuck was this absurd turn of events?
Yue Xiaofei had