"Presumptuous!"
"Audacious!"
"Extravagant!"
Luo Shuli and his group were instantly enraged.
"Bai Zihe."
"You dare to be so arrogant even when death is upon you. You are the first in Suzhou and Hangzhou, but you will also be the last!"
"Bai Zihe, cherish your final moments!"
"..."
Bai Zihe turned around unhurriedly, facing away from them and held up three fingers: "I'll give you three minutes."
"Either you kneel down yourselves, or I'll make you kneel!" With that, Bai Zihe closed his eyes and began the countdown.
Such arrogance...
Drove Luo Shuli, Yatanakaichi, and the members of the three great families to madness.
Boundless killing intent filled Luo Shuli's eyes.
He raised his arm and waved it fiercely: "All of you, go."
"Kill Bai Zihe, and whoever takes his head will be rewarded with the status of a prominent family!"
Fueled by both hatred and profit...
The Luo family and the three great families charged forward.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Yatanakaichi stared intently at Bai Zihe, answering with action.
"Swish!"
He wielded his Japanese sword, the blade's direction clearly aimed at Bai Zihe's location.
"For the honor of the Ying people, to display the spirit of the samurai!"
"Kill Bai Zihe!"
The five hundred Ying warriors behind him all drew their sabers and charged towards Bai Zihe.
"Hmph!"
Xue'er and Zhantianlong snorted coldly and charged into the crowd.
Buzz!!!
Endless killing intent surged upwards, like a domineering blade, like a sharp sword poised to pierce the sky!
The household retainers and death warriors of the three great families, led by the Luo family, rushed forward directly but were easily blasted away by the two.
Five, ten, a hundred...
No one could approach within five steps of the mausoleum.
In just over two minutes, the corpses outside the mausoleum had already piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers!
Under the boundless gloom, the entire Xishan was dyed red.
Endless misery, constant wails.
"Three minutes, time's up!"
A cold glint pierced the firmament, startling the world. Bai Zihe suddenly opened his eyes, turned to gaze at the severely depleted major factions, and a sneer curved his lips: "It seems..."
"You have chosen the latter."
"So be it!"
"Dying to guard my mother's tomb as a ghost, is also a form of salvation!"
Beneath his calm tone was a rage that had been suppressed to its absolute limit.
Like a volcano dormant for millennia.
Once it erupted, the heavens and earth would lose their color, and the universe would be overturned!
"Hahahaha—"
Luo Shuli laughed in extreme anger, staring fixedly at Bai Zihe, hatred and killing intent constantly intertwined in his gaze: "Bai Zihe, do you think this is all we have?"
Swish!!!
As his words fell.
Those who had been fighting stopped and retreated like a receding tide.
At the same time, rows of people appeared from behind, numbering several hundred!
They held long guns, aimed at Bai Zihe, Xue'er, Zhantianlong, and the others, their dark muzzles exuding endless coldness.
"Bai Zihe!"
Luo Shuli's lips held a cold smile, the pleasure of imminent revenge, the confidence of victory assured: "Aren't you very arrogant? Why are you silent now in front of my Divine Gun Team?"
"With just one command from me, I can turn you all into sieves!"
The three great families had initially felt disheartened.
After all.
Their men were armed with cold weapons, and the opposing martial artists were too strong. Even with greater numbers, it was futile.
But now, Luo Shuli had given them such a great surprise.
A gun-wielding contingent of hundreds could even compete in Pyongyang!
Destroying a mountain was child's play.
Zheng Ding Tian stepped forward, clapping his hands and laughing heartily: "Bai Zihe, extreme arrogance leads to disaster. Your day of death has arrived!"
Qin Wuguo said to Luo Shuli: "Brother-in-law, Bai Zihe decapitated Father. Give me a chance later, and I will also twist off his head!"
Luo Shuli said with a relaxed demeanor: "Good!"
Ling Dalong also added: "Same here!"
"Bai Zihe took Cheng Bai's head, I want to kick Bai Zihe's head around like a ball!"
As suppressed as they were before, they were now as carefree.
The three great families felt this way, the Luo family felt this way, and the Ying people felt this way too!
Relaxed!
Proud!
And arrogant!
Bai Zihe remained silent, merely gazing into the distance.
Where his gaze fell, thick plumes of smoke were rising.
A loudspeaker suddenly blared: "People of the three great families, listen! You have been surrounded!"
As the voice finished.
The sound of armored vehicle engines rumbled.
Cannon barrels like black holes, on the distant approaching mountain, were aimed towards this side.
Simultaneously, countless soldiers rushed forward from all directions, numbering several thousand.
"Click!"
A synchronized sound echoed.
The soldiers cocked their rifles, aiming at the Luo family's Divine Gun Team.