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

When Nangong Wu saw Nangong Xiao, she came over first and said, "Brother, come into my space and stay there."

Although my brother's martial arts skills are quite good, the assassins who came were all ruthless and vicious.

The people of Changyang Temple know magic; the people of Snake Spirit are skilled in using Gu poison, making them difficult to guard against, which makes her somewhat uneasy.

Nangong Xiao shook his head. "No, I can protect myself. You should go find Bei Chenyan! The person he fought is very likely Ling Yangzi."

"Alright, then be careful. No matter who comes, don't pursue them relentlessly." After giving these instructions, Nangong Wu flew away.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..." Gunshots suddenly rang out on the street, followed by screams from the crowd.

Cao Li's face suddenly changed. "Oh no, there must be another assassin."

"Let's go take a look." Nangong Xiao flew off to investigate.

It seems these assassins are deliberately trying to disrupt the wedding procession.

On the other side, Nangong Wu stood on the highest rooftop, surveying the situation in the city.

She took off her wedding gown and the phoenix crown from her head, put them into her spatial storage, and headed out of the city.

Because Bei Chenyan was lured out of the city by that person, they were afraid he would suffer a loss.

Suddenly, a murderous aura attacked from the 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock directions.

Nangong Wu's expression turned cold, and she spun around to avoid the murderous aura.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Several hidden weapons flew past her feet.

"You do have some skill." A sinister voice entered her ears, and two even stronger killing intents rushed straight at her face.

Nangong Wu wielded a miniature submachine gun in each hand, unleashing full firepower.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..." Bullets sprayed from the muzzle, knocking away two concealed weapons.

"Nangong Wu, you vile woman, give me back the lives of my entire Xiaoren clan!" A voice filled with hatred came from behind.

Nangong Wu turned around and saw a dark red figure fly down onto the roof of a building opposite.

It was a person with long hair. As he flew down, his hair flew up, and she could see his face clearly.

He looked very young, with unusual androgynous features. If you didn't hear him speak, you would think he was a woman. And his eyes were red.

"Are you a member of the Owlman race?"

This person's skills are somewhat strange. If he comes from the Owlman race, his identity must be extraordinary.

"You're not bad looking, but you deserve to die! I heard you have a very powerful weapon, which is probably the one you're holding! Even Ling Yangzi suffered a lot at your hands. No wonder you're a soul from another world."

The eerie man's gaze swept over her. "Truly a rare beauty among mortals. Perhaps you should keep her as a medicine human!"

"All the people in the Serpent Spirit Society deserve to die." Nangong Wu raised her gun with both hands.

The eerie man's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from the spot, only to pounce on her in the next instant.

Nangong Wu entered the space with a thought, and emerged a moment later, simultaneously pulling the triggers of both pistols with both hands, "rat-a-tat-tat-tat..."

The bullet missed its mark, and the man's figure vanished into nothingness before their eyes.

"You vile woman, you used evil artifacts from another world to annihilate my entire clan, leaving my home barren. Today, I, the clan leader, will make you pay for this in blood!" A resentful voice rang out from all around.

"It's an illusion technique." Nangong Wu took the machine gun and fired around until she emptied both magazines.

She put away her submachine gun, took out an AK, and cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

Hearing what was just said, this androgynous person was actually the patriarch of the Owl Clan. His skills were too strange, even more difficult to deal with than Ling Yangzi.

"Crown Princess!" A figure rushed over; it was Wei Yang. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Nangong Wu glanced at him. "Why did you come here?"

"I saw someone attacking you, so I came over." Wei Yang said with some concern.

"This person is the patriarch of the Owl Clan. He also knows magic and is incredibly skilled. He's not easy to deal with. Go back and tell everyone to be careful," Nangong Wu said.

"The patriarch of the Owl Clan!" Wei Yang's expression changed instantly.

They wiped out the entire Owlman race, and this Owlman patriarch has come seeking revenge!

"The giant bomb we dropped last time didn't kill him."

"This person might not have been with the Owl Clan at the time." Nangong Wu looked at the sky. "The figure you just saw was just an illusion."

Go back and tell everyone to be extremely careful.

The bullet she fired clearly hit the person, but then the person's figure disappeared.

Wei Yang hesitated, "His Highness the Crown Prince chased that person out of the capital. I'm a little worried."

"Ling Yangzi's martial arts seem to have become even stronger. Even if you go, you won't be a match for him. I'll go find him. There are quite a few assassins in the city. You stay and keep an eye on them," Nangong Wu said.

"Yes," Wei Yang had no choice but to reply.

He felt that Ling Yangzi was already difficult to deal with, and now there was also the patriarch of the Xiaoren clan, who couldn't even handle the Crown Princess, making the situation increasingly serious.

On the other side, Bei Chenyan chased Ling Yangzi out of the imperial city and chased him for about ten miles before finally stopping him on a small hill.

"You deserve to die!" Bei Chenyan raised his pistol and fired several shots in quick succession, "Bang bang bang..."

Ling Yangzi lunged forward and tumbled down a slope.

"Trying to run away." Bei Chenyan flew after him, but there was a river below, and Ling Yangzi rolled into the water.

The river was about ten feet wide, but the current was rapid. After Ling Yangzi fell in, he disappeared without a trace.

"Hahaha..." Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the other side.

Bei Chenyan looked up and saw a group of people walking out of the woods on the other side of the river.

There were about fifty or sixty of these people, all dressed as江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world), carrying swords and knives.

"Bei Chenyan, I've finally lured you out!"

"You are from Changyang Temple and the Serpent Spirit Society," Bei Chenyan said definitively.

No wonder Ling Yangzi ran this way at all costs; it turns out he was setting up an ambush here.

"Stop wasting your breath on him, kill him and avenge our people!" A tall man ran over first, brandishing a knife, and was about to leap across the river.

Bei Chenyan stood still, raised his gun, and "Bang!" a gunshot rang out.

The man had already jumped halfway up the river when he was shot in the chest and fell back into the river.

"Oh no, he has that bitch Nangong Wu's weapon."

Those who had chased him all the way to the riverbank stopped.

Bei Chenyan pulled the trigger again, but the magazine was empty.

He reached into his waistband and pulled out a hand grenade.

He also carried a small ammunition pouch, which was covered by his large outer robe.

The person opposite him saw the thing he was holding and turned to run away in fright.

"Scatter!"

"Hmph!" Bei Chenyan pulled out the pin on the grenade and threw it over.

He didn't want to waste the grenade, but he needed to let Nangong Wu know he was here.

Seeing that he hasn't returned for a long time, Nangong Wu will definitely come looking for him.

"Bang!"

The grenade exploded in the area with the most people, knocking down more than a dozen people.

"Ahhh..."

A series of screams rang out; some were dead, and others were wounded and cried out for their parents.

Bei Chenyan leaped forward and gave chase, wielding a boomerang blade.

The boomerang blade flashed with a cold, sharp light as it spun and flew past, reaping several more lives.

"Shoot the arrows!" shouted a man whose leg had been blown off.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

A dense volley of arrows shot out from the woods.

Bei Chenyan didn't want to get entangled with these small fry, so he flew down the river. He couldn't let Ling Yangzi get away.