Liu Fu stared at his severed arm, not yet understanding what had happened, when he heard a series of intense gunshots.
The sound was both familiar and strange.
It was like a grand display of fireworks, seven or eight people's heads exploded simultaneously, forming a spray of blood in the air.
The monk's fair face was splattered with several drops of blood.
He was astonished to see everyone in front of him fall to the ground, clearly the act of Su Changxing, who decisively stepped forward over the bodies.
The stark contrast between reality and expectation threw Chenxi's people into brief chaos. No one dared to step forward and block the way, as whoever did would be under the gunfire.
The monk ran quickly and dashed past, while several arrows flying from behind were all blocked by Su Changxing.
Su Changxing calmly changed to a new magazine, raised his hand, and shot down those at the front. Suddenly, the people behind stopped in their tracks.
