Looking at the handgun that had rolled at his feet and turned into a lump of scrap metal, Liu Xiangyang was deeply shocked. Could martial arts truly be cultivated to such a realm? Had the world changed?
Suddenly, he remembered Lu Feichen's earlier mockery, "A frog in the well? So, I haven't even seen the tip of the iceberg in this world?"
"Tell me, how do you want to die? Do you think I'll only kill you, or should I annihilate your entire family?" Lu Feichen taunted with relish.
At this statement, everyone in the courtyard felt their hearts sink to the bottom.
Liu Xiangyang's face turned pale. He had never in his dreams thought that things would turn out this way. Despite all calculations, he had not anticipated that his opponent would be a martial artist, and such a terrifying one at that, impervious even to firearms, practically non-human.
Ning Xinlan was also pale, with her hands sweaty from nervousness. Was the Liu Family going to face catastrophe today?
