Then...
As Ning Fengzhi poured in his Soul Power, a gleam appeared inside the Hand Cannon's pitch-black barrel.
Boom!
The next instant, amid a deafening roar, tongues of flame spat from the barrel and Soul Power surged out, slamming into the barrier before Sword Douluo.
Ripples spread across the barrier, one after another.
"Uncle Jian, how was it?"
After that single shot, Ning Fengzhi stopped, his eyes full of anticipation as he looked at Sword Douluo.
"The attack was quite powerful, equivalent to an ordinary level twenty-five Power Attack System Soul Grandmaster's full-strength strike."
"But it came very suddenly. In a surprise attack, even a Soul King might fail to react in time and be blasted into serious injury."
Sword Douluo considered it for a moment before giving his answer.
"That attack was certainly quite powerful..."
A trace of surprise crossed Ning Fengzhi's face, but he soon sighed. "Unfortunately, this item isn't much use to me..."
"Indeed."
Sword Douluo nodded.
Given Ning Fengzhi's identity, standing, and strength, anyone who could become his enemy would have to be at least a Soul Douluo, if not a Titled Douluo.
Although this Hand Cannon was extraordinary, its attack power was still inadequate against experts like that.
"Don't lose heart. The good stuff is always in the next jar."
Lin Xiao spoke up just then.
Immediately, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo both turned their eyes toward him.
They seemed to be questioning how true that statement was.
He did not keep them guessing. "The Hand Cannon you have is only level twenty-one. What if it were level thirty, forty, fifty, or even higher? Besides, its quality is only rare. Above rare, there are artifact, legendary, and epic..."
"Weapons and equipment like that would definitely be far more powerful than the Hand Cannon in your