As the Ancestral Master finished speaking, he vanished completely from Chen Yang's mind.
Chen Yang was struck with awe, sensing the unstoppable tide of history. Under this torrent, he could no longer escape. The future was destined to be filled with endless battles, and he had no idea how to transcend it all.
Chen Yang still struggled to comprehend the cosmic calamity. What exactly would cause all those demons and monsters to emerge and face their fate? What kind of chaos would ensue?
Times make heroes, but what position would he occupy in the world to come?
Chen Yang couldn't find the answers.
With a long exhale, he finally opened his eyes.
He was still inside the alchemy furnace, surrounded by darkness.
Feeling his body restored to peak condition, a fierce light flashed in Chen Yang's eyes. He suddenly kicked at the front of the furnace with all his might.
At the pinnacle of his strength, just a step away from becoming a true immortal, Chen Yang unleashed his power. Each punch and kick carried nearly a thousand pounds of force.
Bang! Bang!
Chen Yang kicked twice in rapid succession. The furnace wall resounded with a thunderous crash, and cracks appeared where he had struck.
Chen Yang's strength was truly formidable.
The entire alchemy chamber was filled with the deafening noise, reminiscent of a midnight death knell. It struck fear into the hearts of Cheng Jianhua and his companions.
Cheng Jianhua hurriedly stood up and retreated. His eyes were filled with uncertainty, unable to fathom what was happening to Chen Yang inside the furnace.
At this moment, Chen Yang was like the legendary Monkey King trapped under the mountain. But now, this Monkey King was about to break free.
Long Xuan and Li Yang were also filled with doubt and trepidation.
At the same time, they were puzzled. Wasn't Chen Yang supposed to be gravely injured? How could he possess such immense strength?
Bang! Bang!
Chen Yang kicked twice more in the same spot. Then, he unleashed a barrage from his AK-47 at the weakened area.
The wall, already compromised, immediately gave way under the hail of bullets.
With the furnace breached, it was no longer impenetrable. Chen Yang continued his assault, alternating between kicks, punches, and gunfire.
Finally, Chen Yang delivered a powerful kick to the center.
In that instant, the furnace wall flew off like an iron door kicked open.
As the wall flew out, Chen Yang leaped through the opening.
Long Xuan and Li Yang, seizing the opportunity while Chen Yang was airborne, moved to attack and subdue him.
In close combat, being mid-air is a major disadvantage.
Without a foothold, even the mightiest warrior struggles to exert their full strength.
Long Xuan advanced while Li Yang drew his revolver.
But this time, Chen Yang's gun was faster. The power of his AK was overwhelming, and a burst of fire forced Li Yang and Long Xuan to retreat.
Though the AK was heavy, it felt weightless in Chen Yang's hands.
Chen Yang landed steadily. Covered in blood, he exuded a murderous aura.
After being suppressed for so long, Chen Yang was now like a tiger freed from its cage.
Cheng Jianhua and his two companions looked at Chen Yang as if they'd seen a ghost.
A cold light flashed in Long Xuan's eyes as he charged at Chen Yang. His speed was impressive, knowing Li Yang would coordinate with his attack.
Li Yang also moved swiftly, aiming his revolver to take out Chen Yang.
The two men attacked in perfect sync.
A cold glint appeared in Chen Yang's eyes. He stood his ground, suddenly unleashing a burst from his AK.
Rat-tat-tat!
With ghostly, divine marksmanship, bullets flew like lightning.
In an instant, he fired six rounds!
Only an AK automatic rifle could achieve such speed.
Other guns might match the rate of fire, but their bullets wouldn't have such devastating penetrating power.
Li Yang was terrified. His revolver was completely outmatched. Two bullets forced him to dodge, leaving no chance to return fire.
Meanwhile, four bullets shot towards Long Xuan. He was panic-stricken. Normally, he wouldn't fear an ordinary gunman's bullets. But Chen Yang's shots were incredibly fast, precise, and relentless, requiring no time to aim.
Left with no choice, Long Xuan performed the "Nimble Rat in Hot Oil" technique. Like a rat escaping a sizzling wok, he rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding Chen Yang's four bullets.
But before he could stand, a fifth bullet, like divine intervention, struck him in the neck.
This time, Long Xuan couldn't dodge.
Blood gushed from his neck wound.
The scene was gruesome and brutal. Long Xuan struggled to his feet, clutching his neck, but the blood continued to pour. His eyes filled with terror as he tried to speak, but his words came out like air escaping a broken bellows.
Then, Long Xuan collapsed to the ground, instantly lifeless.
Cheng Jianhua and Li Yang dared not move. Chen Yang's gunfire was too swift.
The tables had completely turned.
Chen Yang smiled at Cheng Jianhua and said, "Cheng Jianhua, the student has surpassed the master. You didn't expect the Ancestral Master to leave me the Infinite Golden Pill and this AK in your alchemy furnace, did you?" He quickly corrected himself, "Bah! You're the evil one. How could the Ancestral Master be wicked?"
A strange look crossed Cheng Jianhua's face. When Chen Yang escaped, he had already suspected the Ancestral Master's involvement. Complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Ancestral Master, it seems I was never your match. You must have used a Yin-Yang disruption formation to block my divination. Otherwise, how could I have failed to foresee your meddling with the furnace?"
Though at a disadvantage, Cheng Jianhua remained composed, quickly regaining his composure. He calmly said to Chen Yang, "So what? You dare kill me?"
Chen Yang chuckled, "You're only confident because you control Qin Moyao's fate. Fine, I won't kill you." He suddenly fired his gun.
Two bullets shot out, striking Cheng Jianhua's kneecaps.
Cheng Jianhua let out an agonized groan and fell to his knees, blood pouring from his wounds. In an instant, his face turned pale with pain, drenched in sweat.
Hatred blazed in his eyes as he snarled, "You insolent bastard, how dare you—"
Chen Yang sneered, "There's nothing I don't dare do. Did you think you were untouchable?"
He then turned his gaze to Li Yang.
Meeting Chen Yang's eyes, Li Yang's expression flickered with fear.
Chen Yang's smile widened as he addressed Li Yang, "Gunslinger, wasn't your draw supposed to be lightning-fast? Come on, let's see who's quicker on the trigger."
Li Yang replied gravely, "Your gun outmatches mine in both rate of fire and penetrating power. Even if you win, it wouldn't be a fair fight. If you've got the guts, let's put down our guns and settle this with our bare hands."
Chen Yang tilted his head, pondering for a moment. A spark of excitement flashed in his eyes as he said, "Alright, you throw your gun away first."
Li Yang was overjoyed. He immediately tossed his revolver aside.
Bang!
The instant Li Yang released his gun, Chen Yang fired.
A bullet tore through Li Yang's palm, leaving a small, bloody hole.
Li Yang cried out in pain, his face turning ashen as sweat poured down his brow. He glared at Chen Yang furiously, cursing, "You despicable coward!"
Chen Yang exploded in anger, "Fuck you! When you and Long Xuan were cornering me earlier, when you were shooting at me, why didn't you talk about a fair fight then? Now that you're at my mercy, you want to discuss fairness? Who do you think you are, the arbiter of justice? Get the hell out of here!"
Li Yang was left speechless.
Now in complete control of the situation, Chen Yang fired another shot, this time striking Li Yang's knee.
A shot to the knee was particularly vicious.
The victim would be permanently disabled, beyond the help of even the most advanced medical technology.
Now, both Li Yang and Cheng Jianhua had been crippled. Chen Yang wasn't one for sentimentality; once he gained the upper hand, he wouldn't give his opponents a chance to turn the tables.
Li Yang cried out in pain as he fell to his knees.
Chen Yang quickly approached Li Yang and suddenly raised his hand.
He delivered ten resounding slaps, paying Li Yang back in full.
After the barrage of slaps, Li Yang's face was swollen like a pig's head, his mouth full of broken teeth.
Still not satisfied, Chen Yang kicked Li Yang, sending him flying.
Damn it all, Chen Yang had never been one to let bygones be bygones. Seeking revenge for even the slightest grievance was his nature.
After dealing with Li Yang, Chen Yang turned to face Cheng Jianhua. "You bastard, you thought you were so tough? Let's see how tough you are now!" He proceeded to deliver ten vicious slaps to Cheng Jianhua as well.
Li Yang had beaten Chen Yang on Cheng Jianhua's orders, so Chen Yang made sure to repay that debt.
By the time Chen Yang finished slapping Cheng Jianhua, his face was also swollen beyond recognition.
Now, both Li Yang and Cheng Jianhua were covered in blood, their faces grotesquely swollen, looking utterly miserable. They were a far cry from their previous composed and confident selves.
Having exacted his revenge, Chen Yang finally felt satisfied. He grabbed Cheng Jianhua by the hair and demanded, "Where are my friends?"
A mixture of hatred and malice filled Cheng Jianhua's eyes, sending chills down one's spine. He remained silent, just staring at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang, fearless as ever, immediately delivered another stinging slap.
Cheng Jianhua spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth.
Chen Yang spoke coldly, "Cheng Jianhua, my patience is wearing thin. If you want to play games or keep being stubborn, fine. I've got 108 methods of torture up my sleeve. I could make a stone confess, so think carefully if you can endure before you decide to keep quiet."
Suddenly, Cheng Jianhua burst into laughter.
His laughter was even more chilling than before.
It was a form of psychological warfare.
Chen Yang, unfazed, shoved the still-hot gun barrel into Cheng Jianhua's mouth. He smiled and said, "Think it's funny, do you? Cheng Jianhua, you want to play mind games with your granddaddy? You think knowing some occult tricks makes you tough? I was killing people abroad when you were still playing in the sandbox."
Blisters formed in Cheng Jianhua's mouth from the hot metal. He could only make muffled sounds.
Chen Yang removed the gun barrel and said, "Are you going to talk or not?"
Cheng Jianhua took a deep breath, looked at Chen Yang, and said, "You will certainly regret your actions today."
Chen Yang replied coldly, "Keep talking nonsense, and I'll castrate you."