With a warehouse full of supplies, I stood alone as king in this chaotic world, gun in hand.

So many people are loyal to this guy, it turns out he's the head of a clandestine force, his identity is well hidden.

Bei Chenyan felt Nangong Wu's gaze and felt guilty, so he didn't dare to look at her.

He was also panicking. If he didn't explain this well, and Nangong Wu got angry and wouldn't let him see the child or enter that fairyland, what would he do?

"Since you're here, kill them!" Bei Chenyan ordered, pulling the trigger and shooting one man to death.

The members of the Wujian Pavilion attacked simultaneously, targeting those surrounding them, and the two sides instantly clashed.

"Retreat quickly!" The scarred man hadn't expected them to have helpers, and that they were so skilled in martial arts. Under the protection of the group, he tried to retreat.

"Da da da da da..."

With a Gatling gun in hand, Nangong Wu unleashed a hail of bullets at the scarred man.

She was disgusted by what that scoundrel had just said.

"Ahhh..." The scarred man was instantly riddled with bullets.

In a short while, the scarred man and all the more than one hundred men he brought with him fell to the ground.

Those dozens of people were also very skilled in martial arts, and their strength was comparable to that of the Wujian Pavilion members. For a time, they fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

Seeing that Nangong Wu was alright, Bei Chenyan also flew into the battle and killed one person with each shot.

"Bang bang bang..." Corpses fell from the roof.

Nangong Wu switched her Gatling gun to a sniper rifle and chased after the enemy on the ground, providing additional fire support.

"Ah!" A member of the Wujian Pavilion was stabbed in the chest and tumbled off the roof.

Nangong Wu looked around and saw that many people from Wujian Pavilion were also injured, and Bei Chenyan's gun was out of bullets, so he was fighting with a soft sword, which was both laborious and time-consuming.

She conjured a machine gun from her spatial storage and shouted, "Xiao Lin, catch!"

Bei Chenyan turned his head and saw a machine gun flying towards him. He quickly flew over to catch it.

Nangong Wu then tossed him a magazine.

With that machine gun in his hand, he was like a tiger with wings. He killed one person with a burst of bullets, and in no time, more than half of those dozens of people were dead.

Seeing how powerful his gun was, the remaining men dared not linger in battle.

"Retreat immediately!"

But they couldn't leave anymore; Bei Chenyan would kill anyone who tried to run away first.

Seeing that his men were about to be beaten to death, the leader cried out in desperation, "Two immortals, please save us!"

"No one can save you today!" Bei Chenyan fired a barrage of shots at the group.

The people of Wujian Pavilion were so amazed by this incredible weapon that they forgot to fight.

"Ding-a-ling..." Suddenly, a bell sound came.

Nangong Wu suddenly felt dizzy and crouched down, clutching her head in her hands, looking like she was in great pain.

It's the Soul-Capturing Bell! Bei Chenyan's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

Looking down at the ground and seeing Nangong Wu's distressed state, he assumed she had been controlled again and shouted to the people behind him, "Quickly go and protect Her Highness the Princess!"

He couldn't let these people escape, so he had to send his men to protect Nangong Wu.

"Yes!" The members of the Wujian Pavilion all flew back to protect Nangong Wu.

Bei Chenyan also became ruthless, pushing his lightness skill to its limit, intending to eliminate the last three people.

These three were the most skilled in martial arts and had excellent agility, managing to dodge bullets several times.

"Ah..." Finally, someone was shot in the leg and fell to the ground from the air.

Upon seeing this, the two members of the Wujian Pavilion leaped forward and gave chase.

Before that person could even get up, two swords pierced his chest, and he went to meet the King of Hell.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." Bei Chenyan emptied a magazine and killed another enemy.

He chased the last man out of the city, shot several hidden weapons, and finally killed him.

"Ding-a-ling..." The sound of the bell continued to ring.

"Nangong Wu..."

Bei Chenyan flew back, landed on the ground, and hugged Nangong Wu tightly, his face filled with anxiety. "Nangong Wu, how are you?"

Nangong Wu leaned weakly against his chest and whispered, "I'm fine. Let's see who it is first."

Seeing that she was alright, Bei Chenyan felt relieved. "Who else could it be? Only the people of Changyang Temple could use such evil magic as the Soul-Capturing Bell to harm people."

Nangong Wu knew this, of course, but she pretended to be controlled by the Soul-Capturing Bell in order to lure that person out.

The people of Changyang Temple never dreamed that her previous life was also a family of metaphysicians, and that the matter had long been resolved using the art of Qimen Dunjia.

At that moment, two more people flew over.

Both of them were dressed in white robes, and their robes fluttered as they landed on the ground.

"They're here!"

Nangong Wu sized up the two people. They were both dressed in blue Taoist robes and wore Bagua crowns, giving them an air of otherworldly elegance.

"Who do you think you are? It turns out you're from Changyang Temple!" Bei Chenyan pointed at the corpses lying in the street. "No need to say more, these people are all dogs kept by your Changyang Temple, aren't they?"

Hearing his sarcastic words and seeing the corpses all over the ground, the two Taoist priests looked grim.

"So you're Xiao Lin, the master of the Wujian Pavilion?" The middle-aged Taoist priest scrutinized him with sharp eyes.

"Now that you recognize me and Princess Runing, you still dare to offend us?" Bei Chenyan pointed his longsword at the two of them.

A look of surprise flashed in the young Taoist's eyes. "I didn't expect the famous Master of Wujian Pavilion to be so young. He is truly a promising young man."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Bei Chenyan didn't want to waste any more words with them.

"You people of Changyang Temple, who pride yourselves on being righteous in the martial arts world, actually used such a despicable and evil technique as the Soul-Capturing Bell to try to harm Princess Runing. What is your crime?"

"Sect Master Xiao! We, the people of Changyang Temple, act with integrity and would never use magic to harm an innocent person."

The middle-aged Taoist priest spoke in a deep, cold voice, pointing to Nangong Wu in his arms, "But the real Princess Runing passed away two months ago."

We have already calculated that the one currently occupying Princess Runing's body is an evil spirit from another world. Because of her arrival, she has been using otherworldly objects to indiscriminately kill innocent people. In just two months, she has caused the deaths of over 100,000 people. Our Changyang Temple will never allow such evil spirits to wreak havoc on the world, nor will we sit idly by.

We are here on the orders of our sect leader to subdue this monster…”

"You're talking utter nonsense," Bei Chenyan interrupted him coldly. "The people we killed all deserved to die."

"Like these people!" Bei Chenyan pointed to the corpses on the ground. "We had just entered Chenling City and hadn't offended anyone, but these people spoke ill of us."

"If it weren't for our abilities, this sect leader would have been surrounded and killed by these people long ago! Princess Runing has also been captured by them!"

"No need to waste words with them." Nangong Wu stepped out of Bei Chenyan's arms and looked at the two men, asking, "Ling Yangzi really went to great lengths to capture this princess!"

"Nangong Wu, you know perfectly well that you are not the real Princess Runing. If you come back to Changyang Temple with us, we will not harm you."