One Man Faces Two Xiantian Experts! Gang Qi vs. a Sniper Rifle

Black Wind Stronghold had taken complete control of the Xingfeng Sect and had even sent men specifically to capture him. Naturally, it couldn't have been over the death of their second-in-command, Wu Xiong.

Most likely, they wanted to question him about Chen Feng.

"I hear you're Chen Feng's trusted confidant. How did you meet him? Where is he now?" He Sandao asked.

But Wang Hu remained silent, saying nothing.

Seeing Wang Hu's attitude, several low-ranking bandits nearby immediately moved to give him a beating.

He Sandao waved them back.

"I like a loyal man like you. If you tell me where Chen Feng is, I can let you work at my side."

Jiang Xiao, who stood nearby, spoke up as well.

"You'll have a brighter future following Brother He than that Chen Feng. Think carefully. According to what we've uncovered, Chen Feng isn't a young master from some great lineage at all. He's a fraud."

Jiang Xiao could also tell that Wang Hu was a tough nut to crack. He probably wouldn't talk even if they killed him.

So they would try the soft approach first.

Wang Hu stared at He Sandao. "If you're going to kill me, then do it. What's with all the bullshit?!"

Even facing a Xiantian expert, he remained unafraid. At worst, he would die.

The only one he couldn't bear to leave behind was his old mother.

As for making him betray Chen Feng, that was practically impossible. Leaving aside the fact that he didn't know where Chen Feng was, he wouldn't tell them even if he did.

When Chen Feng had met him in Liuyang Town, he had given him a hundred taels without another word, telling him to take his mother to see a doctor.

Wang Hu had always been grateful to Chen Feng. Betraying a friend was something he simply couldn't do.

He Sandao's face instantly turned cold.

"Looks like you think I'm easy to deal with."

He Sandao picked up the Blood Demon Saber and plunged it straight into Wang Hu's thigh.

In an instant, Wang Hu's face turned deathly pale. The Blood Demon Saber was rapidly absorbing the blood from his body.

In just a few seconds, Wang Hu felt icy cold all over.

"I'll give you one last chance. Tell me, where is Chen Feng?"

He Sandao seized Wang Hu's head with one hand and tightened his fingers, making his skull cave in slightly.

Wang Hu's eyes were now bloodshot and bulging.

He Sandao only had to squeeze harder, and Wang Hu's head would burst.

The bandits around them were frightened by He Sandao's methods.

They involuntarily stepped back several paces. Only Jiang Xiao still wore a smile.

As a Xiantian expert, he regarded these low-level martial artists as little more than ants.

Naturally, he felt no sympathy for them.

Seeing that Wang Hu still refused to talk, He Sandao flew into a rage and prepared to crush his head.

But just then, He Sandao seemed to sense something. His eyes narrowed.

A layer of pale yellow Gang Qi instantly covered his body.

Almost at the same time,

Boom! A tremendous report rang out!

Something seemed to collide with He Sandao's protective Gang Qi, sending a spark flying.

He staggered back more than a dozen steps before coming to a stop.

When He Sandao stopped, the Gang Qi covering him had grown much dimmer.

The sudden turn of events caught the bandits completely off guard.

They had no idea what had happened. All they heard was a tremendous report, and their chief was knocked back more than a dozen steps.

Jiang Xiao was the only one who saw what had happened clearly.

His gaze instantly fell on the top of the distant mine, roughly eight hundred meters away.

A Xiantian expert's eyesight was far beyond that of an ordinary person. At a glance, he spotted someone lying prone on the mountaintop.

The attack just now had come from that direction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several more tremendous reports rang out, and He Sandao was driven back again.

He wanted to dodge, but the attacks were too fast. He couldn't get very far at all.

But He Sandao was no ordinary man either. He immediately pulled a bandit in front of him as a shield.

The bandit was somewhat bewildered to find his chief standing behind him.

But in the next second, a gunshot rang out, and only half his head remained.

He Sandao immediately shouted,

"Brother Jiang, why haven't you made a move? This man should be Chen Feng!"

He Sandao's face was somewhat pale.

Chen Feng had him pinned down with the sniper rifle, leaving him no way to rush to his position.

Under normal circumstances, he could have covered eight hundred meters in no time.

But now Chen Feng kept attacking him with a method he didn't understand, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

Gang Qi could kill enemies at a distance, but its range was only a few meters.

Jiang Xiao immediately reacted. He circulated the Gang Qi in his body and charged toward Chen Feng's position.

Jiang Xiao shot forward like a cannonball, moving so fast he left afterimages.

On the mountaintop, Chen Feng, who was firing his sniper rifle, also saw Jiang Xiao charging toward him.

His expression was grim.

He knew Xiantian experts were difficult to deal with, but he had already fired three consecutive shots with his sniper rifle and still hadn't broken through his opponent's protective Gang Qi.

His health bar was way too thick, but Chen Feng absolutely couldn't stop now.

He could only finish He Sandao off quickly before dealing with the next Xiantian expert.

Chen Feng fired shot after shot.

Gunshots echoed through the mining area. The terrified bandits had long since scattered and fled.

Even their chief was dodging all over the place, so how would they dare stay where they were?

The bandit whose head had just been blown apart was still fresh in their minds.

If they stayed put, wouldn't the chief use them as scapegoats?

Boom!

Another bullet struck He Sandao, knocking him back more than a dozen steps once again.

Blood was already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The Remington 700 Chen Feng used fired only 7.62-caliber bullets, but each shot had a muzzle energy of 3,000 joules.

A single bullet was enough to bring down an elephant weighing several tons.

Even a Xiantian expert with protective Gang Qi couldn't withstand continuous sniper-rifle fire.

Halfway up the mine,

Jiang Xiao was racing along, his face full of excitement.

Although he didn't know what weapon Chen Feng was using, it had to be an immortal's treasure.

From such a great distance, it had taken only a few attacks to leave He Sandao, a mid Xiantian expert, struggling to hold on.

Only the immortal treasures of legend could have such power.

Moreover, he had a feeling that Chen Feng wasn't a Xiantian expert.

If Chen Feng were a Xiantian expert, there would be no need for him to use an immortal's treasure against them from so far away.

With the strength of a Xiantian expert, he could have used the treasure at close range, making its power even more terrifying.

The more Jiang Xiao thought about it, the more excited he became, and his pace involuntarily slowed.

That was right. He wanted Chen Feng to attack He Sandao more.

It would be best if Chen Feng could kill He Sandao, but at the very least, he had to leave him gravely wounded.

Then Jiang Xiao could keep everything in the secret room for himself, including the treasure Chen Feng carried.

As long as he slaughtered everyone in Black Wind Stronghold afterward, no one would know he possessed an immortal's treasure.

As Jiang Xiao was thinking this,

He suddenly felt as though his foot had caught on something, seemingly a wire.

Immediately afterward, a tremendous blast rang out. Flames and smoke rose from beneath his feet and swallowed him whole.

A moment later, Jiang Xiao's figure emerged from the smoke.

He was in a sorry state. Although a layer of protective Gang Qi covered him, half his clothes had been blown away.

There were also many grenade fragments lodged in his body, some of them embedded in his flesh.