At the Daoist compound where the Ji Family Disciples were staying on Dragon Tiger Mountain, fierce sounds of battle rang out.
Boom!
A wall instantly shattered and collapsed.
Zhang Lingdong, Ji Qiushui, and Ji Fengyu were blasted away, landing in a miserable heap as they coughed up blood.
From within the dust emerged a man clad in Mystic Armor. His name was Jiang Zhufeng, an officer of the Heavenly Saint Martial Kingdom's Mystic Armor Battalion and a Three-star Warrior.
Unlike the Mystic Armor Guards at the foot of the mountain, the glow of Jiang Zhufeng's Mystic Armor was restrained and subdued. Had Lin Yi been there, he would have recognized it as a Martial Dao Spirit Artifact.
Ji Fengyu spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and looked up angrily. "Jiang Zhufeng, so it really is you!"
"Hand over the item, and I'll spare the two of you."
"Dream on. You've got some nerve attacking us. Does your master, the general, know about this? If it starts a war between the two Martial Kingdoms, you'll be the first to die."
"Enough nonsense!"
Jiang Zhufeng stepped forward.
At that moment, Zheng Qiang shouted from behind with First Squad, whose members held guns in their hands. "Stop! Take another step, and we'll open fire!"
Jiang Zhufeng turned around. Seeing more than a dozen black firearms aimed at him, he smiled disdainfully.
"Go ahead and try. Be careful, or I'll crush your heads!"
How could Zheng Qiang fear his threats? Seeing Jiang Zhufeng still advancing and intending to harm the Ji Family Disciples, he hurriedly ordered his men to fire.
"Fire!"
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Bullets poured forth.
But to everyone's surprise, Jiang Zhufeng's Mystic Armor possessed a spirit. A black, mysterious glow spread out and formed a rippling shield, deflecting every bullet.
"This..."
Zheng Qiang