Ye Chen's expression instantly darkened, and with a swift motion, he formed swords with his fingers and waved through the air. A blade of Sword Qi flashed out to meet the silver bullet.
There was a crisp sound as a spark lit up the sky; the silver bullet was crushed into powder high above.
Just at that moment, another gunshot sounded from a different direction.
Ye Chen was startled for a moment but, amid the crisis, his figure shifted, and he appeared directly in front of Su Xiyue, reaching out to catch the silver bullet in his hand.
The two men were taken aback, just about to continue pulling the triggers in their hands, when Ye Chen suddenly let out a cold snort, swept his sleeve, and two blades of Sword Qi soared into the air, shooting directly towards the top of the cruise ship.
A muffled grunt came from the distance, and the heads of the two men exploded like watermelons.
"Young Master Ji, they have failed,"
