Chapter 86 - 71: Old Monster, Don’t Tell Me You’ve Practiced the Lifeless Lotus Sect’s Spirit Channeling?

Chapter 86: Chapter 71: Old Monster, Don’t Tell Me You’ve Practiced the Lifeless Lotus Sect’s Spirit Channeling?

A high-ranking member near the door felt a cold draft and chuckled drunkenly.

"Huh? Is that Master Wei? That old rascal, he’s finally decided to pry himself off some woman?"

"Hahaha! Arriving even later than the Gang Leader. If we didn’t have important business to attend to, we’d have to make him down three whole jars as punishment!" another man chimed in with a boisterous laugh.

Seated high above, Wang Weijing didn’t join their foolishness. As a Grandmaster of Huajin, his perception far exceeded that of ordinary people, and his ability to sense danger was incredibly sharp!

Right now, Wang Weijing felt every hair on his body stand on end, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand!

Danger!

"Fuck you!!"

In the next second, Wang Weijing’s expression changed drastically, a fierce light exploding in his eyes. Not only did he not panic, but he revealed a hint of savage glee.

’So you finally came! You old fox, you actually managed to track me down! Good thing I came prepared!’

As he roared, his right hand, wrapped in immense Huajin, smashed down violently on the heavy red-wood Eight Immortals table beside him!

"BOOM!"

Amidst flying splinters, the solid Eight Immortals table shattered on impact, revealing a mechanism hidden in a secret compartment.

A machine gun, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, with a short, thick barrel and a side-mounted magazine! It was the latest equipment from the Wa Country, a Type 99 light machine gun!

Wang Weijing was no fool. In the underworld, if you weren’t the one getting screwed over, you were the one doing the screwing.

He had definitely anticipated a worst-case scenario: that old timer Lu Yun might not just wait to be killed, and might even take the initiative and attack.

That’s why Wang Weijing had long ago hidden this deadly weapon—one capable of posing a fatal threat to a Grandmaster of Huajin—near his head seat in the assembly hall!

"DIE!!!"

Wang Weijing’s one eye was bloodshot, the muscles on his face twisted as he snatched up the heavy machine gun. Without even aiming, he pointed it toward the two carved wooden doors and held the trigger down!

"RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!!!"

A deafening roar erupted as the muzzle spewed a searing tongue of flame over a foot long.

The dense rain of bullets instantly shredded the two exquisite wooden doors, sending splinters flying and riddling them with a thousand holes!

Outside the door, the bodies of two guards whose necks had been snapped by Lu Yun were lying on the ground. Now, under the baptism of this ferocious bullet storm, they were blasted into a gory mess, almost turned to pulp.

Meanwhile, in a shadowy corner beside the door, Lu Yun was pressed tightly against the wall.

In his left hand, he held Wei Ji’s still-warm, obese corpse, while his right hand leaned on the Wisteria Spirit Staff.

In the split second before the machine gun roared to life, Lu Yun, relying on his extraordinary perception, had just barely managed to drag Wei Ji’s corpse in front of him.

Using it as a human shield to block the hail of bullets, he simultaneously retreated backward and to the side, moving into a blind spot from the gunfire.

In any case, there wasn’t an intact spot left on Wei Ji’s body now; his chest, abdomen, and legs were blown open with dozens of bloody holes.

Even with Wei Ji’s body as a "human sandbag" blocking most of the direct fire, the penetrating power of the machine gun bullets was simply too astonishing!

A good number of bullets still penetrated the thinner parts of Wei Ji’s corpse and struck Lu Yun!

The black Zhongshan suit on Lu Yun’s chest and the pant legs around his thighs were also torn by the bullets, leaving over a dozen gashes!

The fabric was shredded, and one could even see bloody lines of varying depths on his skin. Some of the deeper wounds were oozing thin streams of blood, plastering the torn cloth to his skin.

A dozen or so gashes, of varying depths, but that was all.

The 2nd Floor of the *Iron Body Art*, the "Steel Bone" realm, had granted Lu Yun terrifying Defense Power and vitality.

His skin and membranes were like refined iron, his muscle fibers incredibly dense, and his bones like profound gold!

The bullets’ impact force was weakened layer by layer; although they had cut through his skin and flesh, they hadn’t caused any severe penetrating wounds.

Moreover, the blood oozed from the wounds extremely slowly, and they were even beginning to show signs of contracting to stop the bleeding on their own!

Lu Yun could feel the damaged tissue on the surface of his skin regenerating at a speed far beyond that of a normal person!

This was an added benefit of the "Steel Bone" realm: boundless life force, and a self-healing ability far superior to that of an ordinary Grandmaster of Huajin!

These superficial flesh wounds would stop bleeding and scab over in minutes, and he would be fully recovered in a day or two.

’That was close!’

The gun’s rate of fire and power far exceeded Lu Yun’s predictions. It was only due to his lightning-fast reflexes—grabbing Wei Ji as a shield beforehand, and then using his power as a Grandmaster of Huajin to execute the most precise dodge the instant the wall of bullets formed. This series of actions had allowed Lu Yun to evade at least two-thirds of the bullets.

’Looks like it’s a machine gun.’

After reaching this conclusion, Lu Yun expressionlessly tossed the tattered corpse of Wei Ji from his hand onto the ground.

CRASH! With a loud bang, the two carved wooden doors, unable to bear the damage any longer, finally collapsed and fell inward.

Inside the hall, Wang Weijing stopped firing. Wisps of smoke drifted from the muzzle of the heavy machine gun, and hot shell casings littered the floor.

All the high-ranking members of the Cyan Dragon Gang had drawn their pistols, their faces pale with shock and fear.

Every trembling muzzle was aimed at the dust-shrouded area outside the doorway.

The corridor was empty, save for the two guard corpses that had been shot to pieces.

Wang Weijing’s heart sank. He had just emptied the entire magazine, covering every possible position at the doorway. How could the opponent possibly...

Wang Weijing slammed the machine gun onto the floor and roared at the doorway: "Come out! Lu Yun! I know it’s you, you old cockroach! Stop hiding!"

"Did you hear that gunfire? I have over a thousand brothers in the Cyan Dragon Gang! They’ll be here any second to surround this place!"