Gunfire in the Imperial Palace

The gunshots in the palace were not loud; they were even eerily low.

This was a shot fired with a silencer attached.

When the alarm sounded at the palace guard battalion, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but glance at Ren Yisheng.

"If we can't dodge bullets, I think we can lie down and pretend to be innocent tourists, or even pretend to be dead!"

Ren Yisheng squatted down with his body slightly bent.

Once he confirmed that Zhang Xuezhou didn't have any life-threatening problems, he whispered a suggestion.

This suggestion is embarrassing, but it's the best way for practitioners with such serious flaws to take refuge.

Whether it's an elderly Sequence Holder going mad or something else, only by crouching down and taking cover can they possibly wait for the opponent to enter their strike zone.

"I can't dodge bullets!"

Zhang Xuezhou, who had previously been experiencing hallucinations, quickly changed his kneeling position to lying down.

In a short time, he heard several screams coming from the Louvre Palace. It seemed that the tourists who had visited the Louvre Palace earlier had gotten into a fight with the palace guards.

"Something's not right. It doesn't seem like an elderly Sequence Holder going berserk," Zhang Xuezhou said in a low voice.

"That means someone from abroad or within the country has invaded Western Capital City," Ren Yisheng frowned. "They must have figured out Western Capital City's strengths and weaknesses, and they'll likely choose to occupy the Old Age Mansion as soon as possible, preventing its Sequence Holder from leaving."

"Should we...?"

"It's too late!"

Just as Zhang Xuezhou voiced his suggestion, several gunshots rang out, and the sounds of fighting in the Louvre Palace visitor area immediately ceased.

More than a dozen masked Sequence Holder rushed into the main gate of the palace.

Where is the entrance to the Old Age Mansion?

After a brief exchange, Zhang Xuezhou immediately realized that what Ren Yisheng had said was completely accurate.

Moreover, some of the people in this group were extremely accurate marksmen.

If the enemy were to fire at them, neither Zhang Xuezhou nor Ren Yisheng, with their physical attributes, would be able to dodge it.

Lying down became the best way for the two of them to cope.

Zhang Xuezhou felt the effect would be even better if there were more tourists nearby.

"General, there are still two people here!"

"Don't let this interfere with our business!"

"Yes!"

Sure enough, the patrol sounds came, and Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Yisheng, who were hiding under the pillar, were noticed.

A sense of crisis suddenly surged within him, and then he heard two bursts of gunfire.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou felt a sharp, stabbing pain throughout his body.

The "Stop the War" technique activated instinctively, and a faint purple glow of Law Power instantly appeared on his body.

He groaned, while Ren Yisheng had also been shot, lay down without uttering a sound, his face contorted in pain.

Recalling Ren Yisheng's past efforts to sever physical pain, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but deeply agree.

He pointed and used the Supreme Purity True Technique, which he knew all too well, on Ren Yisheng's body, and then Ren Yisheng collapsed to the ground.

"Damn it! They didn't even spare the old man who was lying down with a cane. Such ruthlessness is likely due to the arrival of those garrison generals!"

"Zhang Qiaoen?"

Do you know Joe Zhang?

"I saw him tip my mom a million yuan in her live stream last time, but I didn't expect them to act so quickly!"

"His efficiency and decisiveness are on par with Zhou Xin's Zhou Xin, only his strength is inferior!"

Ren Yisheng and Zhang Xuezhou's lips moved slightly.

The Supreme Purity True Technique stopped Ren Yisheng's pain and injuries, but inevitably the bullet remained lodged in his body, which would cause him further suffering in the future.

Ren Yisheng couldn't help but grit his teeth, quickly figuring out who these people were.

"How many can you handle?" Ren Yisheng asked in a low voice.

"Except for those in the Seventh Sequence and Sequence Holder who cultivate spiritual power, I can't guarantee anything. Sequence Holder enters within a 50-meter radius will be suppressed and affected by my power," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"My effective range against Sixth Sequence is only twenty meters," Ren Yisheng muttered. "Your realm technique still has some advantages!"

"The effective range of the Realm Technique is longer, but its power at the same level is inferior to the Dragon Elephant Combat Technique," Zhang Xuezhou said.

The exchange between the two was not about who was stronger or weaker, but about understanding each other's strengths and weaknesses, which would make it easier to deal with the rioters.

If Ren Yisheng had previously turned a blind eye and waited for the Sequence Committee to handle the matter, he was no longer in a good mood after being shot.

However, due to his physical limitations and Zhang Xuezhou's difficulty in dodging gunfire, and their inability to determine the exact number of rioters, they chose to remain lying down and refrain from attacking the rioters who had entered their attack range.

But this feud had clearly been formed, making it difficult for Ren Yisheng to stand idly by. The two of them lay there waiting for an opportunity.

"It seems that Brother Wuyang is also in the palace?"

"He runs faster than a rabbit; he must have slipped away to some corner to warn someone!"

If we were to ask which parents worry the least about their son, it would probably be Ren Yisheng.

Compared to their belated awareness of risks, Ren Wuyang possesses a more acute ability to perceive risks.

They could only lie down and play dead, while Ren Wuyang had most likely already gone into hiding.

Without firearms, without genetically engineered weapons, and facing rioters whose strength is difficult to ascertain, hiding is the best course of action.

The best skill is being able to get timely notifications while hiding.

What's wrong with you today?

Ren Yisheng sensed the numerous rioters quickly scattering to find the entrance to the old mansion, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to them, he moved his lips to ask.

This was the most important thing he came to Louvre Palace for, but due to this accident, it was delayed until now before he could inquire about it.

"I was trying to fuse the realm techniques, but my preparations weren't quite right, which led to an unexpected incident," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Luckily, you came and pulled me out of the illusion, otherwise I would have failed at the last minute!"

"Back then, you also used injections to pull me into a state of Qi Deviation possession, so this evens things out," Ren Yisheng said.

Several years ago, Zhang Xuezhou saved Ren Yisheng, but several years later, Ren Yisheng rushed over and saved Zhang Xuezhou again.

This strange twist of fate made Ren Yisheng marvel at its ingenuity, and also made him feel that leaving the Jishi Medical Center was absolutely worthwhile.

Although spiritual practice requires the right timing, location, and people, the feeling during the transformation process is very mysterious. It is not affected by one's thoughts, cannot be timed, and is even difficult to ask for help.

Zhang Xuezhou's ability to escape from the North Rehe Research Institute to the Luofu Palace must have involved experiencing extremely frustrating suppression and choosing the best person to seek help from.

In Zhang Xuezhou's first choice, the other party did not choose Ren Yisheng, but the other party's choice was not wrong.

Without Zhou Yueyan's help, Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't have been able to come to the Luofu Palace.

Without Zhang Xuezhou's help, Song Sijia wouldn't have been able to inform Ren Wuyang, let alone allow Ren Yisheng to make a judgment.

Many things, though unreliable, were also ingeniously intertwined, ultimately leading to Zhang Xuezhou's successful breakthrough in his cultivation level.

It wasn't until Ren Yisheng spoke in a low voice that Zhang Xuezhou realized the extent of the influence brought about by the "Tomb Classic".

Perhaps this action was too risky, and the scales of fate quickly tipped back, causing Zhang Xuezhou to be shot just as he had accomplished his great task.

"This is bad, this might be my unluckiest moment yet!"

Reflecting on his past experiences with the mystical arts of destiny, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the time for the backlash from his temporary misappropriation of destiny had come.

At this critical moment, if one does not understand the balance and choices of fate, the rioters may teach him a profound lesson.