Luo Qian slapped the War Chariot, and a hatch opened beside the heavy machine gun. Another gun rose from below. Zhao Zhenyu was shocked. One Immortal Artifact like this had already left him struggling; with two firing together, his chances of winning were slim.
Luo Qian looked as formidable as Rambo, a heavy machine gun in each hand. Both guns opened fire at once. Tongues of flame swept across the sky like the scythe of death, and the crossfire left Zhao Zhenyu nowhere to hide. With a sudden roar, he summoned a palace lantern from each of his War Chariot's four corners, sheathing it in armor of light. Bullets struck it with a dense crackle like beans frying in a pan, but they could not break through.
The spectators cheered in unison. Luo Qian's firepower had kept Zhao Zhenyu pinned down and finally forced him to reveal the secret treasure he had hidden until now.
Luo Qian laughed. "Now that's more like it!" With his treasure revealed and Luo Qian's "mysterious Immortal Artifact" held at bay, Zhao Zhenyu finally had an opening to use his Signature Technique. The thirty-foot black spear thrust toward the heavens, swift as a startled swan, fierce as a dragon. It plunged into the clouds, turning the whole bank leaden. Dark specks flickered within it, and thunder rumbled. Luo Qian looked up. An enormous bolt of black lightning lurked in the clouds, darting in and out like a venomous snake's tongue.
He smiled Pale-ly and swung both machine guns upward. Tongues of flame spat out, bullets poured forth, and the concentrated fire soon tore the leaden cloud apart. The black lightning flashed down, straight for Luo Qian.
Lightning was terrifyingly fast. Luo Qian had no time to dodge. Yet no one watching cried out; they all