Block a Bullet!

Clack!

Clack!

Clack!

The iron hooves of the black warhorse gently tapped the ground, unhurried and with a rhythmic, crisp sound.

White robe, black horse. All eyes were on the old man slowly walking from the center of the village.

Bian Feng, a white robe of the Flame Shrine, one of the most powerful men in the Lingyang District.

The black warhorse stopped behind the Flame Army's formation. Bian Feng looked at Tang Fei, who was surrounded by the crowd and aimed at by hundreds of guns, and asked, "You are Tang Fei?"

"Yes," Tang Fei said with a chuckle.

"Who is the Qi Control Realm expert?" Bian Feng's gaze fell on Phoenix's face. Clearly, he could tell that this girl's appearance and demeanor were definitely not from Old Earth.

Perhaps before the Great Cataclysm, but after it, Old Earth couldn't produce girls with such clear looks and outstanding temperament.

On Old Earth, everyone was doing their best to survive, and it was inevitable that some anxiety and fierceness would arise.

"She, it's her," Tang Fei said, following Bian Feng's gaze and chuckling.

"..." Phoenix.

Does this guy have any integrity? Always selling out his teammates like this?

What? Does he want me to draw aggro again?

As expected, Bian Feng's gaze settled on Phoenix. He sized her up thoughtfully for a moment before asking, "Did you kill Bian Zhenxin?"

"Who is Bian Zhenxin?" Phoenix asked.

After falling to Old Earth, she had killed many people.

However, she never remembered anyone's name.

"Bian Zhenxin was a black robe of our Flame Shrine, and he was my son," Bian Feng said.

"Oh. So it was that pervert..." Phoenix nodded and said, "Yes, I killed him."

"..."

Bian Feng didn't like hearing that.

Even though his son was dead, he was still his son.

From the moment he first saw Phoenix, he had a general idea of why his son was killed.

It wasn't the first time his son had done something like this, but he didn't expect to kick a steel plate this time and provoke a Qi Control Realm expert.

"I don't care why you killed him; I just need to confirm that you were the one who did it," Bian Feng said.

"Are you saying that he could commit murder and arson, do all sorts of evil, but if you resist... or kill him, you have to take responsibility?" Phoenix looked at Bian Feng with a mocking expression and said, "Is this the doctrine of the Flame Shrine? What a dirty organization."

Bian Feng's eyes were sinister, but his voice was extremely calm. "You can be angry, you can throw a tantrum, but this is the law of survival on Old Earth. The strong prey on the weak; it's only natural."

"Who else could you have killed, but you had to kill my son. Therefore, you and your friends will all die. I will take your heads to mourn Bian Zhenxin."

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," Phoenix sneered. "If you miss him that much, I can send you to meet him."

Bian Feng looked at Phoenix suspiciously and asked, "Even now, do you think you still have a chance to escape?"

He did find it strange. Why wasn't this woman showing any fear?

Even though she was a Qi Control Realm expert, they had the Flame Army, the Predators, and cultivators dispatched from the Lingyang District...

It could be said that the entire Hate Mountain human gathering area and more than half of Lingyang's military force were gathered here.

Relying on just one Qi Control Realm expert to break through? Wishful thinking.

"How will I know if I don't try?"

"Sir, that kid is also an expert," Blood Hand pointed at Tang Fei and said. "He's also Qi Control Realm."

He had personally witnessed Tang Fei and Phoenix fighting their way out earlier.

Tang Fei's precise and decisive way of killing with qi-controlled blades was unforgettable.

Blood Hand was an assassin, and assassins were ruthless.

However, when he saw Tang Fei kill, he still felt his scalp tingle.

This kid is someone!

Much more ferocious than himself.

"Is that so?" Bian Feng looked at Tang Fei with interest. "As far as I know, you are a resident of Old Earth?"

"That's right. I'm from this Hate Mountain gathering area." Tang Fei said.

There was no need to hide such a thing. With the strength of the Flame Shrine, they could find out all his background with a little investigation.

"When did Old Earth start producing figures like this?" Bian Feng asked.

"The day I was born."

"That must have been a good day," Bian Feng said, calculating the combat strength of both sides in his mind.

They actually had two Qi Control Realm cultivators on their side, which was something Tang Fei hadn't expected.

It was understandable that the woman came from New Star.

But where did this kid crawl out from? And why did he team up with that woman?

What was most puzzling was how he managed to cultivate to the Qi Control Realm on this barren and dangerous land.

It was a serious dereliction of duty that Bian Zhenxin hadn't obtained such important information and reported it to the Lingyang District.

"Today is also a good day," Tang Fei said with a chuckle.

"Yes, today is also a good day," Bian Feng nodded.

Today was a good day to mourn his son.

Bian Feng's eyes were sinister, while Tang Fei's smile was gentle.

They stopped talking, and the great battle was imminent.

Just then, an old voice called out, "Sir... Divine Envoy..."

"It's Teacher," Tang Fei said.

"Teacher?" Phoenix asked. She didn't know who Teacher was.

"Teacher is the most learned person in our village. He has many books at home. I borrowed 'Reverse Scale' from him," Tang Fei explained.

Teacher loved books and loved discussing them with people.

Every time someone visited him, he would enthusiastically tell them stories from the books.

In this day and age, cultural knowledge was worthless, not a survival skill or a life-saving ability worth bragging about.

Therefore, even though Teacher had read many books, told good stories, and written well, his family still went hungry.

Tang Fei happened to be a skilled hunter; he always brought something back whenever he went into the mountains. So, he would often visit Teacher to borrow a book, listen to a story, or practice calligraphy with him. Before leaving, he would leave a pheasant or two hind legs of red-eyed rabbits as a token of gratitude.

Teacher, grateful for Tang Fei's kindness, taught him with even more dedication. Although neither of them explicitly stated it, their relationship resembled that of a master and disciple before the Great Cataclysm.

A thin, old man in a thick, long robe walked over. He headed straight for Bian Feng but was stopped by the Flame Army soldiers in front of him.

The old man handed over the wine gourd he was carrying and said with a smile, "Divine Envoy, you've traveled a long way. We villagers were impolite and didn't give you a proper welcome. This gourd contains fruit wine I brewed in my spare time. I offer it to you now as an apology. Please accept it."

Bian Feng looked at Teacher and, after a moment of thought, said, "I'll take the wine. You can go now."

Teacher didn't leave. Instead, he pretended to look around and said, "Divine Envoy, may I ask what business brings such a large force here?"

"Old man, get lost. Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit," someone shouted.

"Teacher, please go back," Tang Fei also called out.

He guessed that Teacher wanted to reason with the Flame Shrine, but not all deities were willing to reason with humans.

Tang Fei and the others had broken down the door panels to charge out, wanting to fight their way through. It was better to strike first and take the initiative than to be cornered in a small courtyard.

But now, with Teacher coming out, hadn't he just turned himself into a hostage of the Flame Army?

He knew Teacher was worried about his safety, but this wasn't offering comfort; it was offering himself up to be killed.

Instead, it made them hesitant to act and put them in a passive position.

Teacher smiled at Tang Fei and then looked up at Bian Feng, saying, "Divine Envoy, as far as I know, the Flame Shrine worships the great God of Flame. The purpose of the Flame Shrine is to ignite the torch, seek light, and help the poor and helpless find hope in life."

"But I can't understand why, with this army pressing down today, you are targeting a few children? Which rule or tenet of the Flame Shrine did they violate to warrant such severe and harsh punishment?"

"He killed a Black Robe of the Flame Shrine," Bian Feng said.

"Then I must ask again, why did they kill the Black Robe of the Flame Shrine? If the Flame Shrine is to act on behalf of heaven, shouldn't they at least make people feel convinced?"

"..."

Bian Feng couldn't answer this question, nor did he want to.

"Old man, get lost immediately, or I'll chop off your head with my blade."

"Take him away. Take him away."

"Are you tired of living? Be careful, or I'll kill your whole family."

The Gray Robes cursed as they drove him away. They knew why Tang Fei had killed the Black Robe, but they could pretend they didn't.

They even had to rack their brains to help Bian Feng out of the situation.

How dare you kill someone like that?

Teacher chuckled and said, "You can chop off my head with a single blow, or you can shoot me dead. Neither is a big deal. But in a place where divine light shines, there is no room to reason? If word of this gets out, won't it tarnish your reputation, Divine Envoy?"

"This kind of thing..." Bian Feng looked at Teacher. These people were truly naive. "It won't get out."

"Yes. It won't get out. People are dead, so where can the news go?" Teacher sighed. "This is the way of the world, and this Old Earth has become this kind of Old Earth. No one speaks reason, and no one is willing to listen to reason..."

"But I've happened to read a few books and understood some principles. If I were to hide behind the door panels and watch the Flame Shrine harm innocent children, I couldn't do it, nor would I want to. I feel that someone must eventually speak up..."

"Teacher, we'll be fine when you come back," Tang Fei called out urgently.

He understood Teacher's meaning and knew Teacher's intentions.

The Teacher had thought Tang Fei was just an ordinary hunter, with no ability to resist the slaughter by the Flame Shrine.

So, he stepped forward.

He stepped forward to reason with the people from the Flame Shrine.

But, it was impossible to reason with these people.

Without looking back at Tang Fei, the Teacher, with his own emaciated, tiny body, resolutely stood before the muzzles of the Flame Army's guns and said, "I'm old and can't do much, so let me block a few bullets for you."

"The more I block, the fewer bullets will be shot at you."

"Teacher."

"Let me block a bullet too," a young voice said.

It was the Teacher's younger son, who often studied and wrote with Tang Fei. He didn't say much, but he was a very honest person.

"Let me block a bullet too."

This time it was the Teacher's elder son. He walked with a limp.

He had been injured while hunting, breaking his lower leg bone, which was also the reason the Teacher's family often went hungry.

"And me."

This time it was Blacksmith Zhao who opened the door. The Predators had kidnapped Blacksmith Zhao's son and forced his family to provide them with weapons. By chance, Tang Fei and Little Fatty had helped rescue his son. Since then, Blacksmith Zhao had been exclusively supplying Tang Fei's daggers and Little Fatty's hammers.

"Count me in."

This time it was Grandma Hua. She was very, very old, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Tang Fei and Little Fatty both loved to eat meat, so the Old Man had given away the cassava and sweet potatoes from his home.

From house to house, family by family.

Countless closed courtyard gates opened, and everyone came out, bringing their elders and children.

They walked to the Teacher's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

"We can't do much, but we can help block a bullet."