We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

The Third Elder charged halfway before witnessing his two elite subordinates being instantly riddled with holes by this "iron pipe."

That's the peak of internal energy!

In the secular world, such a master would be capable of establishing his own sect!

Not even a ripple could be made in front of this weapon!

Extreme fear instantly overwhelmed the Third Elder's reason, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He twisted his body desperately, forcefully changing the direction of his sprint in mid-air, and fell frantically to the side.

boom!

A shotgun shell grazed past the Third Elder's right shoulder.

The high-explosive armor-piercing steel ball directly tore apart his proud Grandmaster-level protective aura.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from the Third Elder's right shoulder, and a large chunk of flesh and bone fragments were ripped away.

His entire right arm was instantly rendered useless, hanging limply at his side.

The Third Elder fell heavily onto the grass, his face contorted in pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He completely ignored the excruciating pain in his shoulder, scrambled to his feet, and stumbled backward.

They didn't dare to stop until they had retreated more than ten meters away.

"What kind of hidden weapon is this?!" The Third Elder clutched his bleeding shoulder, his voice sharp and piercing with extreme fear.

He had lived for over sixty years and had never seen a weapon with such monstrous destructive power.

One shot shattered the peak of Dark Force, even the Grandmaster's Qi couldn't withstand it!

Lin Ye held the AA-12 with one hand, the barrel still emitting blue smoke.

"Ignorance is truly terrifying." Lin Ye sighed and patiently explained, "This is called a fully automatic shotgun. It's specially designed to deal with old fogies like you who like to gang up on others and get yourself killed."

Lin Ye took a step forward.

Plastic flip-flops made a slapping sound as they stepped on the blood-stained grass.

"In the middle of the night, instead of letting people sleep, you come here to carry out an assassination." Lin Ye's tone was very displeased as he raised his gun and pointed it at the Third Elder.

"Does your Blood Slaughter Sect never pay its employees overtime, causing your twisted mentality and leading you to take revenge on society in the middle of the night?"

The Third Elder stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

His Dao heart was completely shattered.

He practiced ancient martial arts diligently for fifty years, enduring the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer, and finally broke through to the early stage of the Grandmaster level.

I thought I could do whatever I wanted in the secular world, and I didn't even care about the National Security Bureau.

As a result, today I was beaten to a pulp by a freshman wearing SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas who was wielding a firearm.

Decades of hard work seem utterly laughable in the face of the modern arms industry.

"You...you have no martial ethics!" the Third Elder shouted in despair, pointing at Lin Ye and cursing, "If you have the guts, put down your firearms and let's have a fair fight based on ancient martial arts true qi!"

Lin Ye rolled his eyes.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lin Ye said with a look of disgust. "Why would anyone bother with boxing when a gun can solve the problem?"

Lin Ye pressed his index finger against the trigger again.

The Third Elder dared not linger any longer.

He suddenly turned around and poured all the remaining Grandmaster-level true energy in his body into his legs.

He leaped into the air, unleashing the Blood Slaughter Sect's top-tier lightness skill, and, using the trunks of camphor trees, frantically fled towards the school's perimeter wall.

It was extremely fast, covering more than 30 meters in the blink of an eye.

"Trying to run?" Lin Ye picked up his AA-12 and fired three shots in the direction the Third Elder was fleeing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Several thick branches were broken, and leaves fell down with a rustling sound.

The Third Elder twisted his body awkwardly in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the range of the shotgun shells.

Several stray bullets grazed his scalp, shearing off a large patch of hair.

The Third Elder was so frightened that he ran even faster, reaching within fifty meters in the blink of an eye.

Lin Ye stopped firing.

He looked at the still-smoking AA-12 in his hand and shook his head with extreme disgust.

"At 50 meters away, the bullets scattered; the range was too short."

Lin Ye casually tossed the AA-12 aside. The rugged shotgun rippled in mid-air before being stored back in the system's temporary storage space.

The Third Elder used the top of a camphor tree about fifty meters away for support and glanced back.

Lin Ye's hands were empty.

The Third Elder was overjoyed.

Such a powerful firearm must have extremely limited ammunition; the enemy has already run out of bullets!

Once you climb over that three-meter-high red brick wall, you'll find the food street outside the school.

Once there, they could simply grab a few passersby as hostages, and the National Security Bureau officials, fearing the consequences, wouldn't dare to act.

The true energy of a Grandmaster in the early stage was circulating wildly within his body.

The Third Elder lightly touched the leaves with his toes, and his whole body rose up again, flying towards the wall.

Lin Ye stood there and sighed.

His right hand reached into the void once more.

The system's temporary storage space is now open.

He lifted the modified, 80-kilogram Gatling gun with one hand.

The heavy gun barrel pressed against the air, emitting an extremely low hum.

A bright yellow, specially made large-caliber bullet belt hung down from the side of the gun, dragging all the way to the blood-stained grass.

Lin Ye held the Gatling gun in one hand, slightly raising the muzzle, and locked onto the Third Elder who was using his lightness skill in mid-air.

Press the power switch on the gun body with your thumb.

"Can you escape?" Lin Ye asked in a very calm tone.

The ear-piercing sound of the motor preheating exploded in the quiet night.

The six thick gun barrels instantly began to spin, their speed constantly increasing, turning into a blurry afterimage.

The elderly man, San Chang, was in mid-air when he heard the sound of a motor behind him. He instinctively turned around.

A dazzling blue flame came into view.

The terrifying rate of fire, 10,000 rounds per minute, was unleashed in full force.

Specially made large-caliber armor-piercing rounds poured out, weaving a firepower coverage net in mid-air without any blind spots.

This is a power that ancient martial arts true qi cannot contend with.

The dozen or so sturdy camphor trees blocking the Third Elder's escape route snapped cleanly in half the moment they came into contact with the bullets.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

The thick tree canopy crashed to the ground, kicking up large amounts of soil.

The Third Elder had no way to avoid it.

The protective aura of a Grandmaster in the early stages of cultivation shattered instantly before this surge of metal could even withstand a fraction of a second of resistance.

The agonizing screams that had just escaped the Third Elder's throat were completely drowned out by the deafening gunfire.

Large-caliber bullets tear through muscle and shatter bones.

The Third Elder's body disintegrated in mid-air. Fragments of blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the Grandmaster's remains turned into a cloud of red mist in mid-air, scattering across the surrounding grass.

No remains were found.

Physical exorcism.