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The steel blade, infused with Ye Luo's True Qi, formed a dreadful blade aura as it cleaved down, instantly sending four or five Wu Family men holding firearms flying. A huge wound appeared on their chests, and even their internal organs spilled out.
Following that, Ye Luo's figure flashed again as countless bullets whisked past him, and he fiercely threw out the steel blade in his hand.
The sharp steel blade traced a parabolic arc in the air, striking directly towards another group of five or six gunmen.
Before these men could dodge, the steel blade flew over them, and they all fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths.
In less than a minute, all the Wu Family gunmen lay dead, with Ye Luo covered in blood, his face grim, emanating a horrific murderous intent, appearing more like a death god who had come from Hell.
At this moment, Yan Ling, watching Ye Luo in this state, had tears swirling in her eyes.
