"Let fire a few shots too."
"Don’t waste bullets, they’re still out of your sight, can you even control a sword?"
"Damn, I rarely get a chance, so you’re just letting open this map, huh!"
"Fine, you can try a shot, I’ll do the ballistic correction."
"No need, just a Primordial Spirit mark, what’s the big deal."
So Duan Tie actually marked one with a Blood Extermination Seal directly, then calculated the position ntally, lifted the gun towards the sky, "Bang!" fired a shot.
This guy is quite outrageous, he didn’t even need Chen Xuantian to correct, the bullet’s trajectory arced in the air and descended from above, accurately hitting the Blood Extermination Seal, shattering the skull, and killing the target instantly on the spot.
Well, there’s nothing much to brag about, a Nascent Soul and a Golden Core Peak, playing with so mortals here, it’s basically bullying, nothing worth ntioning...
"Alright, you play, I’ll see if there are any that haven’t fallen to their deaths."
Chen Xuantian leaped up, took a few swift steps, sliding down the steep hillside like the wind.
The rcenaries indeed had decent skills, they spotted Chen Xuantian from afar, and imdiately organized into combat formation, forming multiple points of fire with gunfire going "pupupupu" and "dadadada".
But their accuracy was way off, from far away, they could only see Chen Xuantian’s silhouette, gliding past like a Flying Eagle in a flash, completely unable to aim, bullets swishing randomly through the mountain, unable to hit him at all.
anwhile, Duan Tie was marking targets left and right, though not as insanely accurate as Chen Xuantian, he marked one point after another, sniping one by one, bodies tumbling down the cliffs, shockingly suppressing these rcenaries in the crevices of the cliffs, not daring to show their faces or fire, unable to lift their heads.
Thus, Chen Xuantian encountered no obstacles, easily encircling to the mountain’s base, taking a closer look at the bodies fallen into the chaotic rocky area at the cliff’s base.
Although the spy satellite images weren’t too clear, and the heads were destroyed by flying swords, on closer inspection, it was evident these rcenaries were of Central Asian or South Asian descent. After carefully checking, Chen Xuantian found these people had undergone surgical modifications, their legs amputated from the knees down, replaced with tal prosthetics, resembling the reverse engineering of hoofed animals like antelopes, no wonder they could move over mountains, hills, and rough terrain effortlessly.
Moreover, they carried a large amount of special equipnt, including various spy drones, radios, and satellite signal receivers, seemingly planning for a long-term reconnaissance operation post-infiltration.
So Chen Xuantian searched through the bodies and found their walkie-talkie, casually asked,
"Anyone willing to surrender, over."
The other side imdiately started clamoring, Chen Xuantian couldn’t make much out,
"We do not accept surrender, over."
The other side got anxious, clamored for a while, then soone who spoke Chinese said,
"Don’t shoot! I’m a fellow countryman! A fellow countryman!"
Chen Xuantian rolled his eyes, took out a pen, used the environnt, drew so blood, spat so saliva, and drew a Beheading Soul Split Talisman on his palm.
"Drop all your weapons and equipnt, raise your hands and co down the mountain."
"Okay, okay! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!"
The opponent clamored for a while, then the surviving six remnant soldiers discarded their equipnt, raised their hands high, and hopped down along the cliff like antelopes.
"Which one’s the countryman?"
A skinny guy who didn’t look like a countryman at all, just sowhat Asian-looking, nodded and bowed, taking out a bank card,
"Greetings, sir, I have five hundred thousand Dolee here..."
Chen Xuantian raised his hand, and with a remote palm strike, a flash of red light shot from the Beheading Soul Split Talisman in his hand, cleaving away half of the "countryman’s" head.
"Ahh!"
The other non-countryn scread like little girls, turning to run in fear.
Chen Xuantian was also taken aback,
"Hey? Isn’t this a Primordial Spirit thod? How can it deliver physical damage?"
Teacher Duan lectured,
"The core of our Divine Sect Primordial Spirit thod lies in these four words: Bullying the Weak.
If both sides have stable Daoist Hearts, and the Primordial Spirit Realms are equal, you cutting , I cutting you, at most resulting in a nosebleed.
But you now have a realm suppression, in front of your Daoist Heart and intention, these ordinary folks are just flesh and blood worm ats.
Once you activate the talisman and pinch the formula, these flesh-and-blood blocks have no resistance, every fiber of flesh, every cell, can only transform at your whim and intent.
If you want to chop them up, chop them; if you want to blast them apart, blast them."
"Wow, being part of the Divine Sect can be this satisfying..."
Chen Xuantian, seeing the Dao Power of the Blood Talisman in his hand was still intact, waved his hand.
A blood blade swept across, instantly dismbering those five, cutting them to pieces, reducing them to fragnts, sliding down along the hill slope.
Duan Tie,
"Damn! Why did you kill them all! Didn’t we say to leave so alive!"
"Hey, relax."
Chen Xuantian took a couple of steps, pulled a rcenary off a stone spike who had earlier slipped, falling and rupturing his organs, fracturing his shinbone, his abdon pierced and broken, barely alive.
"Leaving one alive is enough. Send a signal, tell them to co collect the bodies."
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