150: Chapter 150 I, Qin Yuan, will be the sole decision-maker on this Blue Star!
The moment Qin Yuan chopped down with his right hand.
"Boom!"
A loud noise.
The entire night sky over the capital turned blindingly white.
It wasn't lightning.
It was fire.
Around the Qin Family Manor, the tops of the bunkers disguised as rockeries were all blown away.
Thousands of tracer bullet trails, like fire rain falling in reverse, poured densely into mid-air.
The air was filled with gunpowder smoke and a pungent smell.
"Damn it!"
The Wudang Sect Grandmaster was chanting a mantra, his beard singed by the shockwave.
He hurriedly raised a semi-transparent Qi shield.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds from the Gauss rifles slammed into the Qi shield.
Like heavy rain hitting a broken umbrella, ripples spread out.
The Qi shield visibly thinned.
"What... what kind of hidden weapon is this!"
The wooden staff in the hands of the blind monk from Shaolin was grazed by a stray bullet, sending wood splinters flying.
His fingers went numb, and the webbing between his thumb and index finger split, bleeding.
"Sorcery! It's all sorcery!" the Kunlun Grandmaster cursed.
He flicked his sleeves, and a dozen flying swords, shimmering with cold light, stabbed down at the machine gun positions on the ground.
"Old man, your opponent is me."
A mass of black mist suddenly exploded in mid-air.
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan, wearing that tattered hemp robe, blocked the flying swords.
He reached out with his withered, claw-like hand.
"Creak."
A flying sword was forcibly deformed by his grip, and iron filings fell.
"Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan? You traitor!"
The Kunlun Grandmaster's eyes turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood-stained phlegm.
"Traitor your mother's head."
Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan coughed twice, coughing up a bit of black phlegm.
"This old servant is living the high life following Master Qin now; who would want to eat dirt in the mountains like you all?"
His figure flashed, turning into black smoke that entangled the Kunlun Grandmaster.
On the other side.
"Hee hee."
Vampire Princess Anna, wearing a black lace dress, nimbly dodged the Wudang Sect Grandmaster's lightning in mid-air.
Her two fangs flashed with a ghostly white light in the firelight.
"Old man, your blood smells so sour."
She licked her lips, saliva almost dripping out.
"Monster!"
The Wudang Sect Grandmaster was so angry his beard twitched, and he formed a lightning ball in his hand and threw it at her.
Vampire Princess Anna didn't dodge; she took it head-on.
"Bang!"
The lightning ball exploded on her chest, tearing a hole in her clothes and revealing fair skin, but it healed immediately.
The recovery ability of the Vampire Clan was disgusting.
"Is that it?" Vampire Princess Anna curled her lips and disdainfully brushed the black ash off her clothes.
On the ground, Qin Yuan leaned against the railing of the rooftop.
The iron on the railing was a bit rusty, feeling prickly to the touch.
He held a specially made sniper rifle in his hands.
This gun was absurdly long, and the barrel shimmered with a cold, bluish light.
The recoil must have been astonishing.
"Boss, will this gun work?"
Gu Qianqian hid behind the door, poking half her head out, her hair covered in dust.
"The God-Slaying Gun from the system."
Qin Yuan wiped a bit of mist off the scope with his thumb.
"When shooting gods, it hits the mark every time."
The battle in mid-air had reached a fever pitch.
Those Grandmasters, although suppressed by firepower, were after all at the Half-Step Void Return stage.
The Wudang Sect Grandmaster was hit squarely by a thermobaric bomb.
Half of his clothes were burned away, revealing his shriveled ribs.
But he held on.
He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood into the air.
"Lightning, come!" he roared, his voice cracking.
The dark clouds in the sky pressed lower and lower, and thunder rumbled.
A massive amount of spiritual energy gathered towards him from all directions.
"This old thing is about to unleash his ultimate move!"
Ah Fu shouted from below, his voice a bit hoarse.
He had been grazed by a sword aura earlier, his shoulder clothes were torn, and blood was seeping out.
Qin Yuan ignored him.
He rested the gun on the rusty railing.
The butt of the gun pressed against his shoulder.
Cold metal touched his skin.
He squinted one eye, looked through the scope, and locked the crosshairs onto the Wudang Sect Grandmaster's bald head.
"System."
Qin Yuan whispered in his heart, emphasizing the words.
"Causality Law exchange."
"Drain all the spiritual energy within one kilometer above this manor for me. Don't leave a single drop."
[Command received, deducting 50 million points of favor value.]
[Spiritual Energy Vacuum Field, activated.]
Just as the voice in his head finished.
In mid-air.
The Wudang Sect Grandmaster was closing his eyes, waiting for the lightning to strike.
The thunder stopped.
The dark clouds dispersed.
He felt the spiritual energy that had made him want to moan in comfort suddenly vanish.
It was like a person holding their breath underwater, just about to stick their head out to breathe, only to find a concrete slab above them.
Suffocation.
"What is going on?!"
The Wudang Sect Grandmaster opened his eyes in horror.
He realized his internal Qi had been cut off.
It wasn't just him.
The Kunlun Grandmaster's flying swords fell to the ground with a "clatter," breaking into two pieces.
The blind monk fell directly from the sky, crashing onto the lawn and getting a mouthful of mud.
The spiritual energy they relied on for survival had been zeroed out.
"Now."
Qin Yuan held his breath.
His finger was on the trigger, his index finger having a thin layer of callus.
He applied slight pressure.
"Bang!"
An incredibly dull gunshot.
The recoil of the gun made Qin Yuan's shoulder numb.
A bullet with a ghostly blue light tore through the air.
It was so fast that not even a residual image remained.
"Squelch!"
In the scope.
The Wudang Sect Grandmaster's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer.
Red and white splattered all over the Kunlun Grandmaster's face.
The Kunlun Grandmaster wiped the blood off his face, his hands shaking like a sieve.
"You... you..."
He pointed at Qin Yuan, unable to speak clearly.
"You what, you."
Qin Yuan pulled the bolt.
"Click."
The hot shell ejected and fell onto the concrete floor, burning a black mark.
"The times have changed, old thing."
Qin Yuan aimed again.
"Bang!"
A large hole appeared in the Kunlun Grandmaster's chest, and through the hole, one could see the night sky behind him.
He fell straight down from mid-air, crashing onto the scrapped electromagnetic cannon.
The blind monk was fumbling on the ground, trying to run.
"Amitabha... This poor monk was just passing by..."
He was full of mud, his kasaya torn like a rag.
"If you're just passing by, go down and see the Buddha."
Qin Yuan didn't use the gun.
He snapped his fingers.
Vampire Princess Anna descended from the sky, stepping on the blind monk's back.
With a "crack," his spine broke.
The battle ended very quickly.
So quickly that it felt a bit absurd.
Dawn had broken.
The faint light of dawn pierced through the thick smoke and sprinkled over the ruins of the Qin Family Manor.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground.
There were those arrogant sect elders, as well as several super Grandmasters.
The state of their deaths was extremely miserable, not even a complete corpse left.
Qin Yuan threw the sniper rifle on the ground.
He walked downstairs and pushed open the deformed iron door.
The manor was a mess, the expensive lawn blown into a lunar surface.
He walked to the highest point of the ruins.
On a broken rockery stone.
His suit was covered in dust, his leather shoes full of mud.
He didn't know when he had produced a cigarette.
He lit it.
Took a deep puff.
Gu Qianqian ran over carrying a camera, panting heavily.
"Bo... Boss, the camera is set, it's live-streaming to the whole internet."
Qin Yuan exhaled a puff of smoke.
He looked at the camera.
Behind the lens were those forces hiding in the dark, trembling all over the world.
Heads of state, remnants of hidden sects, overseas financial tycoons.
Everyone was watching him.
"Spiritual energy recovery?"
Qin Yuan held the cigarette and pointed at the corpses of the Grandmasters on the ground.
He smiled.
The smile was a bit cold, carrying an undisguised arrogance.
"Recovery my ass."
He flicked the cigarette ash, and the ash fell into the wind.
"I don't care if you are cultivators or ancient martial artists."
"On this Blue Planet."
He looked at the camera, his voice not loud, but carrying an oppressive feeling that made people's bones feel cold.
"I, Qin Yuan."
"Am the only god."
"The only one who makes the decisions."