125: Real or Fake Young Master, I'm Not Sniper 4

His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of a smile, but in everyone's ears, it sounded more terrifying than the roar of an evil ghost.

"Aren't these guests just my birthday presents?"

Qin Jiuge continued,

"I am very satisfied with this gift, so... I'm going to unwrap them one by one."

Before his voice fell, there were three more gunshots, and three guests who had previously criticized Qin Jiuge fell to the ground.

"Run! Run away quickly!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd went completely out of control. Everyone rushed madly toward the edge of the square, trying to break through the blockade.

However, that invisible barrier was indestructible.

Some people hit it with their bodies, some bombarded it with Magic Treasures, and some joined forces to cast Spells, but all were to no avail.

Instead, because they gathered at the edge, they became better targets.

Qin Jiuge adjusted the firing mode from single-shot to three-round burst.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Bullets fell like raindrops, and the edge area instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.

Severed limbs flew everywhere, and blood stained the white jade ground red.

"Don't kill me! I didn't say anything!"

"Young Lord Qin, have mercy! Have mercy!"

"I was forced to come! I didn't want to attend this banquet!"

Pleas for mercy, cries, and curses mixed together; the entire square was like a living Hell.

The five sisters huddled together, shivering in a corner.

Their gorgeous dresses were stained with blood, and their exquisite makeup was ruined by tears.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

Qin Mengyao muttered to herself,

"I haven't even married yet... I haven't lived enough..."

Qin Yuyan suddenly screamed:

"It's all Qin Lovable's fault! If it weren't to save him, how could we have provoked this devil!"

These words were like a spark falling into a barrel of oil, instantly igniting the others' resentment toward Qin Lovable.

"Yes! It's all him!"

Qin Qingshuang also roared,

"A useless adopted son, why should we sacrifice our biological brother to save him!"

"Qin Lovable! You bane of existence!"

Qin Mingyue cursed toward Qin Lovable's direction.

Qin Lovable curled up on the ground, in pain and fear. Hearing these curses, his heart was filled with even more terror.

He looked toward his five brothers for help:

"Brothers... save me..."

However, the five brothers were also barely able to save themselves at this moment.

Qin Wushuang tried to organize a resistance, but as soon as he gathered dozens of Disciples, a bullet pierced his shoulder, blowing his entire arm away.

"Ah!"

He fell to the ground screaming.

"Big Brother!"

The other four cried out in surprise but didn't dare to step forward.

Because they knew that whoever showed their head would die.

Qin Wuya and Luo Qingxue stood in the center of the square, watching this tragic scene, their hearts aching.

They finally realized what a terrible mistake they had made.

The biological son they regarded as a tool and consumables was not a lamb to be slaughtered at all, but a Devil King returned from Hell.

"Jiuge... my child..."

Luo Qingxue's face was covered in tears,

"Mother was wrong... Mother was really wrong... Please spare everyone..."

Her repentance sounded sincere, but in Qin Jiuge's ears, it was incredibly ridiculous.

Now you know you were wrong? It's too late.

Qin Jiuge turned the muzzle and aimed at Luo Qingxue's knees.

"Bang!"

Luo Qingxue let out a miserable scream as her knees were shattered, and she knelt on the ground.

"Qingxue!"

Qin Wuya's eyes nearly split from rage. He wanted to support her, but Qin Jiuge shot him in the wrist, and the sword flew out of his hand.

"Qin Wuya,"

Qin Jiuge's voice rang out again,

"Didn't you say that sacrificing me was my glory? Now, I grant all of you the same glory."

"It is your honor to offer your lives for my birthday."

"Madman! You madman!"

Qin Wuya roared.

"Madman?"

Qin Jiuge smiled,

"That was also driven by you all."

The gunshots rang out again, this time in a spray.

Qin Jiuge no longer deliberately aimed but fired at will, enjoying the pleasure of this massacre.

Wherever the bullets passed, flesh and blood flew.

Some were cut in half at the waist, some were headshotted, and some were riddled with holes.

The number of people in the square decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand... bodies piled up like mountains, and blood gathered into rivers.

Those usually high-and-mighty cultivation experts were now like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, wailing for mercy and showing all sorts of ugly behavior.

Some pushed their companions toward the bullets to save their own lives.

Some knelt and kowtowed until their foreheads bled.

Some had mental breakdowns, crying and laughing at the same time.

The ugliness of human nature was fully exposed in this feast of death.

Among the five sisters, Qin Yurou suddenly stood up and shouted toward the cliff:

"Brother Jiuge! I am your Fifth Sister! We are family! Spare me! I can be your woman! I can serve you!"

The other four sisters looked at her in shock, but then, the desire to survive outweighed their shame.

Qin Mengyao also shouted:

"Me too! Brother Jiuge, we sisters all know we were wrong! We can serve you together! Just please spare our lives!"

Qin Yuyan, Qin Qingshuang, and Qin Mingyue also spoke up one after another, their words unbearable to hear, all just to stay alive.

On the cliff, Qin Jiuge frowned as he listened.

He turned the muzzle and aimed at these five sisters.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Five gunshots precisely broke one leg of each of them.

"Ah!"

Amidst the screams, the five sisters fell to the ground.

"Filthy."

Qin Jiuge said coldly.

Time passed bit by bit, and the gunshots never ceased.

When the sun slanted to the west, there was no longer anyone standing on Tianjian Square.

One hundred thousand guests, plus the Disciples and Elders of the Divine Sword Sect and the Holy Radiance Holy Land, except for the core members of the Qin Family and Qin Lovable, had all turned into corpses or cripples.

Qin Wuya and Luo Qingxue lay on the ground dying, covered in wounds.

The five brothers were missing limbs and lay in a pool of blood.

The five sisters wailed with broken legs, no longer possessing their former Fairy grace.

Qin Lovable was the most miserable; all five limbs were shattered, and he crawled on the ground like a maggot.

The entire square, a sea of corpses and blood, was like an Asura field.

On the cliff, Qin Jiuge put away "Wuming" and stood up.

He stretched, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"Target practice is over."

He said softly.

Then, he took a step out, and his figure instantly appeared in the air above Tianjian Square.

Looking at the tragic scene below, there was no pity on Qin Jiuge's face.

He raised his hand, and Demon King Power surged out.

"Resurrection."

Two words were softly uttered, and a miracle happened.

All the corpses began to squirm, broken limbs reorganized, and dissipated Souls returned.

In just a few breaths, all one hundred thousand dead were resurrected, including those who had been headshotted or riddled with holes.

But after they were resurrected, they found themselves bound by an invisible force, unable to move or speak.

Qin Wuya and the others also regained their health, but they would rather not have had this recovery.

Because they knew that an even more terrifying fate was waiting for them next.

Qin Jiuge Looking down at these people whose faces were filled with fear， He smiled：

"The birthday banquet is over, but the game isn't finished yet."

He raised his hand again and made a slash in the void.

A huge spatial rift appeared, and on the other side of the rift was a dark and damp cave.

In the cave, countless small and ugly green creatures were squirming—Goblins, and they were male Goblins in heat.

These Goblins smelled the human scent and immediately became excited, letting out piercing screams.

"No... don't..."

Luo Qingxue seemed to understand something, her face turning as pale as paper.

Qin Jiuge looked at her with a cold smile:

"Mother, didn't you say that my life was given by the Qin Family? Now, I give you a new life, a new home."

With a wave of his hand, the one hundred thousand Cultivators were thrown into the Goblin Lair like dumplings.

Screams, cries, and curses came from the rift but were soon drowned out by the roars of the Goblins.

Qin Wuya, Luo Qingxue, the ten children, and Qin Lovable were the last to be thrown in.

Before being thrown in, Qin Wuya stared fixedly at Qin Jiuge, his eyes full of resentment:

"Qin Jiuge! You will die a horrible death!"

Qin Jiuge laughed:

"Don't worry, I will live very well, while you will suffer for all eternity in the Goblin Lair."

"I have given you eternal life so that you won't die easily."

"I will strengthen your consciousness so that you can clearly feel every bit of pain."

"Every day, every moment, you will spend in endless humiliation and pain."

"And all of this will continue forever."

"This is what you deserve."

After speaking, he threw the last few people into the rift and then closed the passage.

Tianjian Square returned to silence, with only the bloodstains all over the ground proving what had just happened.

Qin Jiuge stood in the center of the square, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Three days later, the news that the Divine Sword Sect and the Holy Radiance Holy Land had changed hands spread throughout the Cultivation World.

The new Sect Master and Holy Lord—Qin Jiuge, suppressed all opposing voices with thunderous means.

His power was unfathomable, and his methods were cold and ruthless; no one dared to defy his will.

The two once high-and-mighty forces now became Qin Jiuge's personal domain.

And the truth about that "birthday banquet" was completely covered up.

The official version was: an invasion by demons from beyond the realm occurred, Qin Wuya and others died heroically in battle, and Qin Jiuge took command in the face of danger to hold power.

Only a very few people knew part of the truth, but they all chose to remain silent.

Because Qin Jiuge gave them a choice: silence, or go join Qin Wuya and the others.

No one was a fool.

At the top of the highest Sword Pavilion of the Divine Sword Sect, Qin Jiuge leaned against the railing and looked into the distance, playing with a Memory Stone in his hand.

What was recorded in the stone was precisely the scene in the Goblin Lair—those once-proud Cultivators were now struggling and wailing in endless pain.

"Is it painful? Do you regret it?"

Qin Jiuge whispered to himself,

"But this is just the beginning."

He put away the Memory Stone and turned to walk into the Sword Pavilion.

In the pavilion, a group of newly appointed Elders was waiting respectfully.

Some of them had been old subordinates of Qin Wuya, but now they were all subservient to Qin Jiuge.

"Sect Master, this is the development plan for the next three years..."

"Holy Lord, several Sects in the Eastern Region have expressed their willingness to submit..."

Qin Jiuge listened to the reports with no expression on his face.

Conquering this world was easy, but managing it would take time. However, it didn't matter; he had plenty of time.

And his game had only just begun.