168: Chapter 168 The Thunderfire Gatling Gun is Here! This is What Modern Cultivation Is All About!

"Crack—!"

A tooth-aching sound of bone snapping echoed clearly throughout the spacious presidential suite.

The arrogance on Elder Chang's face froze completely in that instant.

He felt as if his right hand hadn't struck a woman's chest, but had instead slammed into a solid titanium alloy mountain at full speed!

From the phalanges of his fingers to his wrist, and then to his forearm...

An incredibly terrifying counter-shock force surged back up his arm like a tsunami.

Bones shattered inch by inch.

Flesh and skin exploded outward.

"Ah—!!!"

Elder Chang let out a shrill, agonizing scream.

His right arm, the Iron Sand Palm he was so proud of and had practiced for sixty years, was now twisted like a piece of dough, hanging limply at his side.

Blood dripped frantically from his sleeve.

"This is impossible! This isn't Hard Qigong! What kind of monster are you?!"

Drenched in cold sweat, Elder Chang retreated in terror.

Looking at Chu Ling's pale yet beautiful face, an unprecedented fear rose in his heart.

That palm strike of his just now had utilized ten-tenths of his internal energy!

Even a steel plate would have been left with a deep crater!

But the woman before him didn't even have a scratch on her clothes!

Chu Ling lowered her head and glanced at the spot where Elder Chang had struck her.

She even reached out to brush the dust off her Qing Dynasty official robes.

Then, she looked up, her ashen eyes staring at Elder Chang without a shred of emotion.

"Too soft."

Chu Ling coldly spat out those two words.

In the next second.

She took a step forward.

Her speed was so great that she even left an afterimage in the air.

Elder Chang didn't have time to react before he felt his neck being gripped tightly by an ice-cold hand.

The strength in that hand was staggering, like a hydraulic clamp.

Elder Chang's feet left the ground as he was lifted into the air by Chu Ling with one hand.

He desperately used his remaining left hand to pry at Chu Ling's fingers, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

But it was all in vain.

Chu Ling applied a slight amount of pressure with her fingers.

"Crack."

A soft sound.

Elder Chang's struggling ceased instantly.

His neck was snapped clean through; his head slumped to one side at a bizarre angle, eyes wide and staring, unable to rest in peace.

A renowned Internal Martial Arts expert of the Beijing underworld had been squeezed to death as easily as a chicken.

Chu Ling gave a casual toss, as if throwing away trash.

Elder Chang's corpse slammed heavily at Tiger Zhao's feet.

The entire room fell into a dead silence.

The only sound remaining was the hum of the central air conditioning.

The cigar in Tiger Zhao's mouth had long since fallen onto the carpet, burning a black hole into it.

His whole body was stiff as he stared at Elder Chang's corpse, his mind a complete blank.

Elder Chang was an enshrined expert he had spent a fortune to hire! He was the greatest trump card for his dominance in Beijing!

And he was dead just like that?

He couldn't even withstand a single move?

The dozen or so black-clad thugs standing behind Tiger Zhao were also weak in the knees with fright, their hands holding rubber batons trembling violently.

They were fine for bullying ordinary people, but they had never seen such a non-human slaughter scene.

"Devils... you are devils..."

Tiger Zhao finally snapped out of it.

Having spent many years in the Jianghu, he still had a streak of ruthlessness in his bones.

He suddenly pulled a golden Desert Eagle pistol from the lining of his trench coat.

The dark muzzle was pointed directly at Chu Ling.

"I don't care what the hell you are! No matter how high your kung fu, you're still afraid of a blade! Die!"

Tiger Zhao pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshot exploded in the presidential suite.

Flames spat from the muzzle.

The large-caliber Magnum bullet, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, instantly struck Chu Ling between the eyebrows.

A sinister smile had just begun to appear on Tiger Zhao's face.

But in the next second, his smile froze completely.

"Ding."

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

The bullet, powerful enough to punch through a car's hood, actually flattened into a metal pancake the moment it hit Chu Ling's forehead.

Then it fell feebly onto the carpet.

On Chu Ling's forehead, not even a white mark was left behind.

"This... how is this possible..."

Tiger Zhao completely broke down.

Even a gun couldn't kill her? What the hell kind of monster is this!

Chu Ling looked at the bullet wreckage on the floor, her gaze turning cold.

Although she wasn't afraid of bullets, this kind of provocative behavior enraged her instincts as a Flying Zombie.

She was just about to step forward and tear the fat man in front of her to shreds.

Just then.

In the back of the living room, a blinding dark-golden light suddenly erupted.

Immediately following.

A terrifying, suffocating aura of destruction swept through the entire room like a storm.

All the glass products in the room, including the coffee table, wine glasses, and floor-to-ceiling windows, were simultaneously covered in a dense web of cracks with a loud "crack."

"It's finished."

A calm and lazy voice sounded.

Su Yang stood up from the sofa.

The dark-golden light instantly retracted.

In Su Yang's hands was a heavy weapon with an extremely exaggerated design, full of violent aesthetics.

It was a six-barreled Gatling machine gun.

The entire body of the gun was dark gold, the unique luster of essence of geng metal.

The six thick barrels were covered in dense, purple-red lightning array patterns.

At the rear of the barrels, there was no ammunition belt or magazine.

Instead, there was a transparent crystal slot.

At this moment, the slot was emitting violent purple lightning—it was a fragment of a crushed [Heavenly Demon Thunder Pearl].

The entire gun radiated an alarming heat, causing the air around the barrels to distort slightly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully refining a special Magic Treasure: [thunderfire gatling]!"

"Magic Treasure Grade: top-grade spiritual tool (Growable)!"

"Magic Treasure Trait 1: Thunderfire Pouring (Can fire six thousand spiritual energy bullets condensed from lightning and Pure Yang True Fire per minute, no physical ammunition required)."

"Magic Treasure Trait 2: Armor Piercing (The barrels forged from essence of geng metal grant the bullets the ability to ignore defenses below the level of a top-grade spiritual tool)."

"Magic Treasure Trait 3: Evil Purging (The thunder and fire attributes deal 300% true damage to wicked and evil entities)."

Su Yang held this giant killing machine, which weighed over a thousand pounds, as easily as if he were holding a plastic toy.

He stroked the barrels with satisfaction.

This feel.

This look.

This is a man's romance!

"Chu Ling, step back."

Su Yang carried the gun and slowly walked to Chu Ling's side.

He glanced at Elder Chang's corpse on the floor, then at the already terrified Tiger Zhao.

"In the middle of the night, you kicked down my door and interrupted my scientific research."

"You've got quite a lot of nerve."

Su Yang thudded the thunderfire gatling onto the floor.

"Thump!"

The heavy buttstock slammed into the carpet, smashing a crater into the floorboards beneath.

Tiger Zhao stared at the dark-golden strange gun in Su Yang's hand, which was radiating terrifying heat.

Although he didn't recognize what kind of Magic Treasure it was...

He could feel that the power contained within those six barrels was enough to blast him and this entire building into dust!

"Plop!"

Tiger Zhao didn't hesitate for a second; his legs gave way and he knelt directly on the floor.

He tossed the Desert Eagle aside.

"Big brother! Lord! Ancestor!"

Tiger Zhao kowtowed while frantically begging for mercy.

"I was wrong! I failed to recognize greatness! I didn't know you were a living immortal!"

"It was all that Manager Liu! He was the one who instigated this! I'll have someone chop off his limbs immediately to apologize to you!"

Seeing their boss kneel, the dozen or so thugs behind him all knelt in unison.

No matter how fierce these people were normally, in the face of absolute power, they could only beg for mercy like dogs.

"Manager Liu?"

Su Yang thought for a moment.

"Oh, that idiot at the seafood market who wanted to steal my crabs?"

"So you came to seek revenge in the middle of the night just for a few crabs."

Su Yang found it somewhat amusing.

"Just for such a trivial matter?"

Tiger Zhao knelt on the ground, cold sweat soaking his back.

"Lord, I'll compensate you! I'll give you half the shares of the Sea Emperor Palace! No, all of them!"

"I'll give you whatever you want! Just please, let me go like I'm nothing!"

Su Yang ignored Tiger Zhao's pleas.

He raised the thunderfire gatling.

The six dark muzzles were pointed directly at Tiger Zhao's head.

"Perfect."

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Su Yang's mouth.

"I just finished making this gun, and it hasn't been blooded yet."

"Since you've volunteered to be targets, I won't be polite."

Looking at the barrels pointed at him, Tiger Zhao's pupils constricted to the extreme.

A shadow of death instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Don't... don't shoot..."

"Vroom, vroom, vroom—"

Su Yang injected a trace of spiritual energy.

The six barrels of the thunderfire gatling began to rotate slowly.

They emitted a low, violent mechanical grinding sound.

Inside the barrels, purple thunder and fire were frantically condensing, ready to spray a barrage that would destroy everything at any moment.

Just then.

The glass door of the master bedroom was pushed open.

The scent of shower gel wafted out.

Lin Lang, wearing a snowy white hotel bathrobe and barefoot, walked out while drying her wet hair with a towel.

"Master, the bathwater is ready, and I also poured you..."

Lin Lang's words got stuck in her throat before she could finish.

She stood there dazed.

Looking at the shattered glass all over the living room floor.

Looking at the corpse with the snapped neck on the floor.

Looking at the trembling black-clad men kneeling all over the floor.

Finally.

Her gaze fixed firmly on the rotating dark-golden strange gun in Su Yang's hand.

As the Yaochi Holy Maiden and a great Cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage...

Her vision was naturally much higher than that of the Mortals on the floor.

She saw the extraordinary nature of that weapon at a single glance.

"essence of geng metal... thunder-guiding divine needle... the aura of Pure Yang True Fire..."

"This... this is a top-grade spiritual tool?!"

Lin Lang sucked in a breath of cold air, so shocked she didn't even notice the towel in her hand falling to the floor.

A top-grade spiritual tool!

In this current Dharma-Ending Age, a single High Grade spiritual tool could cause major Sects to fight to the death.

A top-grade spiritual tool was something that could serve as a Sect's ultimate treasure! One could count the number of them in the entire Cultivation World on one hand!

And Su Yang...

In the ten or so minutes it took her to take a shower...

On a hotel coffee table...

Had just casually refined a top-grade spiritual tool?!

And the design was so... so mundane?!

"Finished your shower?"

Su Yang didn't look back, still pointing the gun at Tiger Zhao.

"If you're finished, just stand aside and watch."

"This young master will teach you today what modern cultivation looks like."

Su Yang placed his finger on the trigger.

"Preheating complete."

"Fire."