Clearheaded

No one dared to utter a sound in the empty shooting range.

Even after getting the gun, Zuo Denggao lay down on the ground.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and a moving target used for shooting was destroyed.

As the old man in black stepped through the door, Zhang Xuezhou's heart leaped into his throat.

To gain a foothold in Western Capital and possess vast Lineage resources, one condition is participating in the overthrow of the Luofu royal family, and another is being in the Sixth Sequence.

Even if these people didn't enter the Sixth Sequence decades ago, if they still stand tall in Western Capital today, they are at least experts of the Sixth Sequence.

Zhang Xuezhou found it difficult to compare the cultivation rules and physical forms of another world, but he undoubtedly felt that facing these people was like facing a Bashe (a mythical snake), or perhaps the former Golden Toad Dharma King.

Song Xianzong has even lost his mind, and verbal communication is no longer part of his code of conduct.

Zhang Xuezhou felt this had rendered his greatest weapon obsolete.

There's no need for him to ramble on and on; the other side will probably just shoot him and send him to meet his maker.

"My feng shui is bad this year; am I lacking luck or just having a run of bad luck?"

He neither slept early nor late, but only went to sleep after Zhang Xuezhou picked up the Eye of the Bashe. He neither came early nor late to play, and practiced at the Song family's shooting range for several days, which drove Song Xianzong mad.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that his life had been full of hardships, and it would be hard to find anyone more unlucky than him.

"Does this mean we'll have to study feng shui and the theory of fortune in the future?"

"I wonder when Master Hongku will die!"

Zhang Xuezhou had a plan in mind.

He planned to learn the Person-Fixing Technique and Acupoint-Fixing Technique with Zhang Manqian in the real world, and also planned to study it in another world after Hongku's death.

Having Hongku's illness but not Hongku fate, Zhang Xuezhou felt he was doomed sooner or later.

"And then there's my senior brother's Star-Fixing Technique. Besides chasing down targets, it's also a technique for seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune. There's no harm in learning it, but I wonder if these techniques are applicable in reality!"

As Song Xianzong walked slowly across the shooting range, Zhang Xuezhou had other thoughts in his mind.

This is somewhat related to his entry into the fifth chapter of the Mental Strengthening Chapter. Being distracted did not prevent Zhang Xuezhou from doing his main business, which is also related to the direction Song Xianzong is taking.

Zhang Xuezhou and his group hid behind lockers, while Zuo Denggao and his group hid behind firearms racks.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't know if Song Xianzong wanted to change his weapon or reload, but the other man also headed towards the location of the firearms rack.

The firearms rack is not an empty wooden shelf with a few guns, but a platform for storing weapons. Each firearm is sealed in a blast-proof glass case and requires a password and fingerprint to unlock.

"Highest level fingerprint verification!"

The sound of the weapon rack being unlocked rang out. Song Xianzong casually tossed the A46 submachine rifle he was holding onto the ground and grabbed a smaller pistol.

Compared to Wang Jiangtao's conscious questioning, Song Xianzong remained silent and expressionless, like an emotionless machine, simply changing weapons.

"Bang!"

The sound of the moving target automatically changing came, and Song Xianzong fired a shot.

The bullseye exploded instantly.

"He's found us!"

Zuo Denggao's terrified voice rang out, followed by extremely fierce machine gun fire.

"Song Sijia, quick, quick, quick! He's got a B33 pistol right now, we can suppress him with fire!"

You're going to get me killed!

Zuo Denggao shouted, and the woman's voice also sounded frightened.

But then came even louder gunfire.

The only way for the weak to defeat the strong is by using firearms, or even overwhelming firepower.

Amidst the heavy impact, Zhang Xuezhou heard a series of cracking sounds from the alloy storage cabinet, which was now riddled with bullet holes.

"Fire this way, you bastards!"

Holding his rifle, Zhang Xuezhou longed to blow Zuo Denggao's head off with a single shot.

But Song Xianzong's rapid movement left Zhang Xuezhou with no chance.

The enemy was running ahead, while Zuo Denggao and Song Sijia were chasing behind with machine gun fire.

It seemed that a small movement could create a wide-ranging, continuous attack, but Song Xianzong's speed was just a tiny bit faster than the almost overlapping range of their firepower.

"He's coming towards us!"

Even as Song Xianzong moved rapidly, he kept getting closer to the two instigators.

Zuo Denggao shouted, his voice trembling slightly.

He gritted his teeth so hard that the machine gun he was holding became unsteady.

With just a simple calculation, he could pinpoint exactly how many seconds it would take Song Xianzong to get close to him.

This also corresponds to his death countdown.

He had never been so close to death. In the blink of an eye, Zuo Denggao had already dropped the machine gun and darted out like a cheetah.

Half of the intense gunfire disappeared in an instant, and Song Sijia was terrified when she turned her head.

But before she could even curse Zuo Denggao, who was fleeing alone, the machine gun in her hand was swept away by the force of the blows.

"Grandpa, look at me! I'm your granddaughter, Song Sijia!"

A cold pistol was pressed against her forehead, and Song Sijia let out a sharp scream.

At the same time, there was the sound of the electronic door being forcibly pushed and locked.

"That bastard, locking that old man up in the shooting range! He's wicked to the core!"

When faced with life and death, people will seize any possibility. Zuo Denggao's actions were excessive, but they were also a normal reaction of "better to sacrifice a friend than myself."

Realizing that his own chances of facing death were equally slim, Zhang Xuezhou could only curse under his breath and grip his rifle tightly.

But the gunshot he was waiting for didn't ring out; instead, Song Sijia's voice came through.

"Are those friends from the Ren Household at the shooting range? My grandfather has gone insane due to brain atrophy, but my Dragon Might Combat Technique has temporarily subdued him. Please help!"

For the scions of many prominent Lineage in Western Capital, Song Sijia's words were enough to explain everything.

When faced with an old and crazed Sequencer, killing them is the best course of action.

Song Sijia's help was very simple.

They shot and killed Song Xianzong.

As Zhang Xuezhou sensed the thought, he saw Song Sijia's face flushed, her eyes fixed on Song Xianzong, who was dressed in black, while Song Xianzong's pistol slowly lowered against Song Sijia's forehead.

"How can the Dragon Might Combat Technique control a master of the Sixth Sequence?"

The thought flashed through Zhang Xuezhou's mind, but he didn't hesitate, quickly aiming his rifle at Song Xianzong.

If Song Xianzong is controlled, the other side will be a fixed, deadly target.

As a small target that Zhang Xuezhou practiced for only an hour before switching to shooting at moving targets, Zhang Xuezhou hit rate on stationary targets was 100%.

He held his rifle up without any hesitation, and his finger immediately pulled the trigger.

A chill ran down Zhang Xuezhou's spine. He saw Song Xianzong, who stood motionless in the distance, staring at him with a pale face.

"You're such a good granddaughter, every single one of you wants to kill me!"

A deep voice came from Song Xianzong's throat, which made Song Sijia's face turn pale instantly, and Zhang Xuezhou's heart skipped a beat.

Song Xianzong was not so old that he had lost his mind and consciousness; the other party was still conscious at this time.