"Bang, bang, bang..."
Gunfire erupted through the wind and rain, merging into an unbroken stream.
Lian Youming stared wide-eyed, his extraordinary vision locked firmly on that terrifying figure dodging and weaving through the rain. Neither were his twin pistols firing blindly; their successive shots blocked off the man's movements and footwork.
Unfortunately, it was all to no avail.
The old monster moved like something possessed, springing and ducking, veering left and right, no more than a black shadow flitting through the rain. Bullets poured past him, grazing close, yet though they missed by the merest fraction, not one would hit.
Muzzle flashes flickered, gunsmoke scattered, and Lian Youming's feet kept flying backward. His entire body almost hugged the ground as he slid swiftly in retreat. Under that terrifying, ever-approaching killing intent, the smile on his face rapidly vanished, replaced by a ruthless look.
Once his bullets were spent, Lian Youming crossed his hands. The bullets in his palms immediately slid one by one into the cylinders. A shake snapped the cylinders back into place, and he fired several shots at the old monster, now only a few steps away.
In an instant, the cylinders spun rapidly.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
His left hand had fired all six rounds, but his right had fired only four. The fifth pull fell on an empty chamber.
The ten bullets scattered like stars into a net, seeking to shoot the man dead on the spot.
The distance between them kept shrinking. Although Lian Youming's situation was growing more perilous, the same was true of the old monster facing him.
Sure enough, the old monster's eyes were darting incessantly too, the flesh of his cheeks drawn tight. His Mandarin Square robe billowed in the wind like an inky cloud, murderous aura raging around him. Wherever he