"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunfire, flashing blades, and the shadows of swinging clubs wove together.
But as Li Xian charged forward and crashed into the crowd, that interweaving abruptly ceased.
Blades and bullets struck his body without piercing his protective true qi.
Ordinary punches and kicks did not even qualify as scratching an itch.
As for Li Xian, the dozen or so disciples of the Heavenly Martial Dojo who dared to fight and kill were injured by the slightest graze and killed by the slightest touch.
It was like a field of flourishing rapeseed flowers greeting a young swordsman with a keen blade...
Amid the bloody mist, before long, no one remained standing except Wu Gang.
The master of the Heavenly Martial Dojo stared at the pistol in his hand, its magazine emptied, and the figure walking toward him without a scratch. He began trembling uncontrollably.
"Li Xian... you... what are you trying to do? Didn't you come for a match? Killing so many people... you... have you gone mad? The Federation won't let you get away with this..."
Seeing Li Xian draw closer and closer, and even reach down to pick up a length of blade snapped by true qi...
Gripped by unprecedented terror, he could no longer withstand the suffocating pressure radiating from Li Xian and dropped to his knees.
"Spare... spare me... whatever you want, I can give it to you..."
The resident dojo master, who had also developed dark force, broke down. "Our Heavenly Martial Dojo works for the Baili Group. We have plenty of money. We also have several state legislators backing us. If you want to run for the legislature, or even for governor, we can help..."
Li Xian said nothing, but he raised the broken blade and aimed it at his head...
"No... killing