Seeing the flash of light, Zhang Fei Xuan's first reaction was, "Is that Big Senior Brother?"
But he quickly realized, if Big Senior Brother were to come, how could it be just a slight glimmer of light? The person would have been reduced to ash long ago.
He looked down and saw a member of the Forbidden Army holding a fire gun aimed at the cultivator, with gun smoke still wafting from the muzzle.
Was it this thing that shot him?!
"You..."
The Eighth Stage cultivator turned his head in disbelief and looked back. He was about to activate his Dharma Seal when Zhang Fei Xuan's pupils shrank, and he pinched his own seal. The clump of fresh blood that had fallen earlier undulated into a line, ready to bind the cultivator.
But the Forbidden Army was even quicker. Twenty soldiers lined up, with the long guns in the back, short guns in the middle, and those in front lifting shields. The shield-bearers also held fire guns in their other hand, all twenty muzzles aiming at the cultivator.
