The pistol slide moved back and forth rapidly. One after another, bright orange shell casings, still scorching hot, popped out of the ejection port and bounced on the ground. With fifteen rounds in the magazine firing continuously at close range, it was enough to suppress a semi-automatic shotgun. In just a few seconds, Blackie had emptied all his bullets.
He was using a SIG P226 full-size military semi-automatic pistol, designed and manufactured by the German firearms company SIG & Sauer. Its angular appearance was rugged and powerful, and the grip fit his hand perfectly. The fifteen-round capacity was more than double that of the Type 77 pistol, and then some.
Plus, it was loaded with 9mm Parabellum pistol rounds, which packed a much bigger punch than the Chinese 64 Type 7.62mm rounds.
Blackie had worked as a mercenary overseas for three years before this, so his marksmanship was solid. At this distance, there was no way he’d miss—every bullet would definitely bite into flesh.
Even if the guy was made of iron, he was dead!
Two million was as good as in his pocket!
Blackie was thrilled, and a smile slowly spread across his face.
For this assassination, the Sun and Nie families had put up a huge reward: a total of ten million, with the first to land a kill getting two million.
But before he could even get excited, before the smile could reach his whole face, it froze there. He couldn’t smile anymore.
Because Jiang Tian simply raised his hand and pushed, and all fifteen bullets just stopped in mid-air, unable to move an inch.
“Holy crap!”
Seeing this shocking sight, Blackie let out a terrified cry, his soul nearly fleeing his body. His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed onto the ground.
For a moment, he was completely flustered, not knowing whether to turn and run or reload and fire a few more shots.
“Bullets can’t even kill him!”
Nie Feng’s pupils also contracted sharply. Stunned and panicked, he muttered, “Damn it, Xu Ruocheng, that rotten woman, got her intel wrong! Has this kid recovered his cultivation or what?!”
“What are you standing there for? Everyone, open fire!”
In that instant, Sun Lingyu was also shocked. But he was a hardened killer who had taken countless lives. Without hesitating, he pulled out a shotgun with a sawed-off stock and barrel, flicked it with one hand to chamber a round, and then fired at Jiang Tian without mercy.
Immediately, dozens of steel pellets and shot fanned out and covered Jiang Tian.
At the same time, the other gunmen snapped out of it and opened fire together, using pistols and submachine guns.
The rapid gunfire cracked like exploding beans, and over a hundred bullets poured down on Jiang Tian like a rainstorm.
Sun Lingyu was confident that even if Jiang Tian was some kind of martial arts master, he couldn’t withstand such overwhelming firepower.
“Looking for death!”
Finally, Jiang Tian moved. He pushed his right hand forward, his true energy surging. With a loud bang, all the bullets stopped in mid-air.
As he lowered his hand, the hot bullets clattered to the ground. Before anyone could react, he raised both hands, and with sharp hissing sounds, dozens of semi-transparent wind blades flew out, spinning and slashing wildly.
Blood sprayed. The wind blades cut through flesh like hot knives through butter, hacking the gunmen to pieces. Gory, reeking body parts hit the ground, kicking up dust and splashing crimson everywhere.
The scene was unbelievably bloody.
“Oh my god…”
Nie Feng screamed like a scared woman and stumbled backward, only to trip over a cement bag and land flat on his back.
Eight gunmen, just like that, were dead?
Even a shotgun couldn’t kill Jiang Tian?
Was this guy even human?
Nie Feng trembled all over, too weak to stand. He propped himself up on all fours, looking up at Jiang Tian, and scrambled backward.
Meanwhile, Sun Lingyu pulled the trigger but heard no gunshot. He looked down and saw that the shotgun had been sliced clean in half by one of Jiang Tian’s casual waves.
“Sniper! Fire!”
Sun Lingyu was terrified out of his wits. He didn’t even bother with the fallen Nie Feng. He sprinted toward the staircase, shouting into his air mic.
He no longer had any hope that a sniper rifle could kill Jiang Tian—not even if it was a Barrett.
He just wanted the sniper to suppress Jiang Tian long enough to give him a chance to escape.
But he was wrong.
The snipers on the nearby high-rises had already been crushed into meat paste by Jiang Tian’s feet when he flew over.
They hadn’t even had time to scream or warn Sun Lingyu and Nie Feng.
Then Jiang Tian raised his hand and swung.
A long, thin wind blade, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, slashed down onto Sun Lingyu’s head.
There was a loud ripping sound.
Sun Lingyu ran another three meters before his body split in half from the middle. In a surge of blood, his two pieces fell to the ground.
“Jiang Tian, no, don’t kill me!”
Seeing this, Nie Feng shook violently, soiling himself. He retreated, begging pitifully, his eyes filled with deep terror.
Yes, at this moment, Jiang Tian looked like a demon from hell to him, radiating overwhelming anger and killing intent, able to snuff out his life at will.
“Jiang Tian, stop!”
“This is a misunderstanding!”
“Please spare my son’s life! I swear I’ll give you an explanation!”
But just then, Nie Changhai, the head of the Sun family Sun Lingfei, Nie Mingyuan, and others rushed in, shouting for him to halt.
“I warned you before. Don’t mess with me.”
Ignoring them all, Jiang Tian walked up to Nie Feng, looked down coldly at him lying on the ground, and said grimly, “Even if you want to be my enemy, you shouldn’t go after my family and friends. Otherwise, there’s only one answer: death without mercy.”
“If you dare kill my son, the Nie, Chen, and Sun families will unite and wipe out your entire Jiang clan. And my sister is a disciple of the semi-reclusive Wudang Sect. That’s not something you can handle!”
Nie Changhai’s face darkened. When begging didn’t work, he switched to threats, trying to intimidate Jiang Tian.
Everyone watched nervously, but no one thought Jiang Tian would actually dare to kill Nie Feng right there.
After all, the combined power of the Nie, Sun, and Chen families was terrifying enough, and Nie Changhai had even brought up his Wudang connection.
But what happened next shocked them.
Jiang Tian ignored it all. He didn’t even glance at Nie Changhai. His eyes remained icy cold as he stared at Nie Feng and said:
“Nie Feng, do you remember me saying that if you so much as lay a finger on Huang Ling’er, I would extract your bones and strip your skin?”
“Jiang Tian, don’t you dare!”
Before Nie Changhai could finish his threat, Jiang Tian reached out and grabbed. His fingers dug into Nie Feng’s skull like steel spikes.
“I never break my word.” Jiang Tian’s cold voice rang out, like a demon whispering from the depths of hell.
“Jiang Tian, no—”
Then, amid Nie Feng’s desperate screams, Jiang Tian pulled out his entire skull and spine with one hand, dripping with blood.
With his other hand, he made a light gesture, and just like skinning a rabbit, he peeled off Nie Feng’s skin completely, leaving only raw, tender muscle underneath.
Nie Feng’s eyes were wide open, filled with terror and agony, as if he couldn’t believe he had died such a miserable death.
“Nie Changhai, you’re not qualified to threaten me.”
The scene was deathly silent. Under everyone’s horrified stares, Jiang Tian casually tossed Nie Feng’s head to the ground, splashing blood. He said calmly:
“Wudang? A semi-reclusive sect? Why should I fear them? Even if the Wudang Sect leader came personally, I’d still cut him down with one sword. I’ll be waiting for your revenge.”
The silence was deafening.
Nie Changhai collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his aged face. Nie Mingyuan and Sun Lingyun held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
The many attendants they had brought were mostly core members of the Qingyun Society, hardened killers who wouldn’t blink at taking a life.
But now, their backs felt cold, their hair stood on end, and cold sweat poured out like a stream.
They had never seen such a brutal way of killing. It was simply too terrifying, too cruel.
Then Jiang Tian casually sliced through the ropes binding Huang Ling’er with a wind blade, scooped her up with one arm behind her back and the other under her knees, and carried her horizontally in his arms as he walked downstairs.
Whenever Jiang Tian’s gaze swept over them, everyone shuddered and stepped back, automatically clearing a path.
As he passed, the tough guys of the Qingyun Society were so terrified they didn’t dare breathe. They pressed themselves against the walls, eyes downcast, not daring to meet his gaze.
At that moment, how many hearts were pounding with fear?
This ruthless man had dared to kill Nie Feng and Sun Lingyu, openly defying the Nie and Sun families. What incredible audacity.
And even though Nie Feng and Sun Lingyu had brought gunmen, Jiang Tian had still turned the place into a river of blood. Just how terrifying was his strength and skill?
Many of the Qingyun Society’s ruthless members secretly breathed sighs of relief that they hadn’t joined this operation; otherwise, they’d be the ones lying on the ground.
After Jiang Tian disappeared from sight, Nie Mingyuan helped Nie Changhai up and said shakily, “Dad, please accept my condolences.”
“Xu Ruocheng misled me!”
Nie Changhai pounded his chest in rage and said bitterly, “Bullets can’t kill him, snipers can’t stop him—how is that just someone with an iron body? Xu Ruocheng deliberately gave us bad intel! If we hadn’t listened to her, how could Feng’er have…”
Sun Lingyun clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked. His teeth ground together as he seethed with hatred. “That Jiang Tian is pure evil! I will kill him to avenge my son and my brother!”
“Uncle, calm down!”
Nie Mingyuan remained unusually composed and said firmly, “It’s clear now that Jiang Tian is beyond the ordinary. Ordinary hitmen are useless. Any more attacks would just be throwing away lives. And then he’d come after us again…”
“Then what do we do? Just let him walk all over us?”
Sun Lingyun couldn’t contain his rage. His son and brother had both died at Jiang Tian’s hands. Not avenging them would make him less than human.
“Our top priority is to contact Wudang as soon as possible. Have my aunt and Li Chunfeng come down the mountain to crush Jiang Tian.”
Nie Mingyuan was very calm and methodical—even sharper than the old foxes Nie Changhai and Sun Lingyun. He continued:
“Of course, in the meantime, we can’t let Jiang Tian rest easy. We’ll tell Xu Ruocheng that we’ve already wounded him badly. She’s been plotting to unify the Jinling underworld for a while, so she probably won’t be able to resist attacking him. If she kills him, great. If not, she’ll at least keep him busy and buy us some breathing room.”
“Also, we’ll bring in top financial teams to crush the Jiang family in the stock and capital markets. Jiang Tian is an uneducated punk—he won’t be able to handle that.”
