Gao Wu insists on cultivating immortality.

Chapter 230 Partiality
Yang Baolian had never met Geng Xin, but she had seen some of his video recordings. After all, he was the top expert in the Supervision Bureau, and could even be considered the top expert in Nanhe.

She may not know anyone else, but she must know Geng Xin.

Geng Xin has an ordinary appearance, but the aura of a level six expert on him cannot be completely concealed, making him very easy to identify.

Seeing Geng Xin suddenly burst in, Yang Baolian knew something was wrong. Because of a meeting, almost all the high-ranking members of the sect were gathered there.

For the past thirty years, the Scorpion Cult has been secretly developing in Nanzhou without encountering much resistance. Yang Baolian and her group have also acted with discretion, handling their misdeeds very cleanly so as not to cause too much impact.

Over the decades, the Scorpion Cult and several official organizations have formed a tacit understanding, and have even recruited some experts into the cult. Yang Baolian has become accustomed to this pattern.

Although she sensed something was wrong on Dongwei Island, she didn't think the Bureau of Surveillance would dare to touch her.

Hundreds of thousands of believers have spread throughout all levels of Nanhe. Old Licun alone has gathered tens of thousands of believers; who would dare to come and cause trouble? Aren't they afraid of provoking a major upheaval?
Yang Baolian was surprised that Geng Xin actually dared to come in. Judging from his appearance, he must have brought a lot of people with him. He looked very imposing. Was he going to start a war?

Yang Baolian stood up, took a few steps forward, and demanded sharply, "Director Geng, what are you trying to do by barging in here?"

Geng Xin calmly said, "It is the duty of our supervisory department to arrest followers of the evil cult. I am here to perform my duties."

"Ms. Yang, you are illegally proselytizing and are suspected of multiple counts of murder and kidnapping."

Before Geng Xin could finish speaking, Yang Baolian shrieked, "Geng Xin, are you going to oppose our cult? Don't you think about your family in Beixin District, or your grandson who's still in third grade?"

"If anything happens to us, we'll drag your whole family down with us!"

Geng Xin wasn't angry or furious; he was from Nanhe, and his family situation couldn't be kept secret. However, since he was going to take action, he wasn't going to give the other party a chance to retaliate.

Gao Wu, who was standing to the side, had been observing silently. Yang Baolian had a nice-sounding name, but she was quite ugly. She had dark skin, flat features, and her face was sunken and contracted inwards from her nose, which made her look somewhat eerie.

She wasn't tall, and although she wore a long black robe that covered her entire body, it couldn't hide her advanced age.

Judging from her appearance, Yang Baolian looks to be in her seventies or eighties. If it weren't for her strong source energy, she would be no different from a mean old lady on the street.

The other three priests each had their own imposing presence. The tall and robust one, named Lin Tiejun, was as strong as an iron tower and was said to practice the Golden Bull Fist, making his entire body as hard as diamond.

The beautiful and charming mature woman must be He Yuting, nicknamed He Xiangu.

There was also a thin, bony middle-aged man who looked unremarkable; he must be Xu Feiyuan. He was notoriously treacherous and ruthless.

Most of these masters changed their names later, or their nicknames gradually replaced their real names.

With three priests, a high priest, and dozens of mid- to high-ranking warriors, the power gathered in the hall was immense, enough to rival a quarter of Ankyo University's strength.

Even though Nanhe City has a large population and a prosperous economy, its status cannot compare with that of Anjing, the central city of Beizhou.

The Scorpion Cult, despite being a demonic cult, has flourished and cultivated numerous masters over the decades.

A simple calculation shows that training these experts requires a massive amount of money. However, the Demonic Sect has a different system, which may be built up by sacrificing lives.

Gao Wu felt a bit emotional. Dongwei Island occupied an entire island with a population of nearly 100 million, so it was understandable that it had a chief priest presiding over the ceremony.

The fact that Nanhe had a sixth-level chief priest was truly astonishing to him when he thought about it.

Through the observation of the Yin spirit, one can see that this group of people are surrounded by black mist, and they all deserve to die!
Gao Wu drew his Crimson Flame Spear, pointed it at Yang Baolian, and shouted, "Director, why waste words with this bunch of demonic cultists!"

Without waiting for Geng Xin to speak, he pulled the trigger and fired.

The Crimson Thunder Eagle was a top-grade Thunder Eagle pistol given to him by Bai Tiejun. It was made with special materials from another world and was comparable to a level four divine weapon.

Gunfire erupted, and the bullet, propelled by high-energy gunpowder, struck Yang Baolian at three times the speed of sound.

Yang Baolian's eyes flashed with a strange light. She hadn't expected this person to be so bold. Geng Xin hadn't even spoken yet, and he dared to come up and fire a gun. Which young master was so arrogant and conceited! The two sides were only about ten meters apart. As a level six expert, Yang Baolian's speed couldn't possibly be faster than a bullet.

Of course, with her powerful mental strength, she could immediately lock onto the bullet's trajectory, making it easy for her to dodge to the side.

Even a low-ranking warrior can withstand bullets with their source energy field. How could she, a high priestess, be intimidated by a junior?

However, her expert intuition told her that something was wrong.

Yang Baolian activated the primordial energy of the Nether Serpent, her hand moving like a serpent spitting its tongue, precisely pinching the bullet with three fingers.

She sensed something was wrong as soon as she picked it up. Although the bullet had no source energy, it was as sharp as a blade. If she hadn't been on guard, her hand would have been cut.

If she had let the bullets hit her, she would have been seriously injured. No matter how much her body was imbued with source energy, it was still not made of steel.

Sensing something was wrong, Yang Baolian quickly used her mental power to whisper, "There's something wrong with the bullet!"

However, her reminder came a little too late.

Gao Wu knew that Yang Baolian, a level six expert, had such keen senses that it was impossible for him to kill her with a single shot.

He shot Yang Baolian only to tell her to stay out of the way; his real target was the three priests. He shot each priest three times.

If someone like An Ziru were a martial arts master who had undergone countless trials, they would certainly be able to react accurately when faced with danger.

The priests must have used external forces to reach level five, so they only met the requirements for source power level and are not qualified to be called martial arts masters.

True martial arts masters wield considerable power and resources; they wouldn't recklessly join a demonic cult—that would be incredibly foolish. Even if a martial arts master did join, they wouldn't openly serve as a priest…

Gao Wu had also read the information on several priests; they were all previously frustrated and unsuccessful warriors. When he arrived, he imbued all 22 bullets in the two magazines with the Fourfold White Tiger Divine Weapon Spell.

At its peak, the White Tiger Divine Weapon Mantra can be completed in fifteen seconds. This is also the limit that a bullet can withstand.

According to tests, the White Tiger Divine Weapon Mantra can maintain its effect for about forty minutes. Including the time of the mantra, there is still a twenty-minute buffer.

Despite being shot at, He Xiangu still grinned. A layer of azure light appeared on her body, forming layers of source force fields.

She was actually quite cautious, releasing all her powerful source energy. However, the bullets, imbued with the White Tiger Divine Weapon Spell, were exceptionally sharp, penetrating the source energy field's protection directly.

Although the three bullets had their kinetic energy slightly reduced, they still tore apart He Xiangu's arrogant smile, opening three through-holes in her head...

In an instant, blood splattered, and He Xiangu stood there, her face unrecognizable, lifeless.

The other priest, Xu Feiyuan, was in the same situation. He was more cautious than He Xiangu. When he saw the bullets coming, he immediately drew his sword and slashed them down, cutting down three bullets with one stroke.

Gao Wu saw through Xu Feiyuan's change, paused slightly, and fired the last bullet. It was during the opening after Xu Feiyuan drew his sword that the bullet blew Xu Feiyuan's forehead apart.

This was because Gao Wu's martial arts cultivation had recently increased significantly, allowing him to anticipate Xu Feiyuan's subsequent changes and, combined with his mastery of the Battle Fist at the Transcendent Realm, easily succeed with a single spear thrust.

Of the three priests, only Lin Tiejun had a strong physique. Although he took three shots, only his brow bone was broken, and his injury was not serious.

That's why Gao Wu's feat of instantly killing two priests with a pistol shocked everyone.

Both Yang Baolian and Geng Xin, representing opposing sides, were stunned. What kind of gun was this that could kill a priest?!

Chao Fengying stared wide-eyed in shock, feeling extremely wronged: "Master is so biased! Why won't you teach me such a good thing!"

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