Long Tian stepped out of the smoke, his clothes riddled with holes, yet there was no scratch on his skin.
The power of the Nine Dragon Art impressed him. His body was protected under the Draconic Runes.
The stronger he gets, the stronger the runes.
His cold gaze fell upon the eight men; he was ready to slaughter them.
"Impossible!"
One of the eight men roared out in fear.
They could all see the holes in his clothes, yet they couldn't see or smell blood.
Fear gripped their hearts when one opened fire on Long Tian.
CLANG!
They froze at the sound, watching as the bullet dropped harmlessly to the ground before Long Tian.
This was only something they watched on TV, but now they were seeing the real version of it.
The seven men apart from the leader took steps backward, their horrified gaze on Long Tian.
The smoke cleared, and they saw the dead body of their comrade. Their eyes were wide open even after their death.
