The word "die" had barely fallen when the old monster ducked and lunged, charging at Lian Youming without a care, even at the cost of taking a palm strike head-on.
Here he comes.
Lian Youming drew a deep breath.
This man was terrifyingly powerful. If they tried to beat him with conventional tactics, even Boss Chen might lose his life.
Merely watching had left his heart pounding, but now that things had grown this dangerous, how could he hold himself back?
Watching this master of Foresight, a figure from sixty years ago, Lian Youming swiftly loaded his bullets. He leveled his guns and fired several shots without expression, each aimed straight at the man's head.
The old monster once again used that strange, pythonlike footwork. His whole body seemed boneless as he sank low and contracted, slithering swiftly past bullet after bullet.
Lian Youming had already been only five or six steps away. In the blink of an eye, barely a single step separated them.
An indescribable killing intent instantly plunged him into an ice cellar.
Yet as he looked at that hideous, bloodstained face and its single, wide-open eye, Lian Youming felt no fear at all.
At the sight of his actions, Boss Chen's expression changed sharply.
Xue Hen's expression shifted slightly as well.
The White Lotus Sect Master's Qi Dynamics changed drastically.
Lian Youming was creating an opening for them to win.
Where would that opening come from?
From this fleeting instant, of course.
The three figures moved almost simultaneously, closing in on the murderous old monster from three directions.
What Lian Youming had to do was simple: hold this man up and stop him. He dared not hope to win, but he only needed to wait for the other three's killing moves, and everything would be settled.