Chapter 112: Great Terror!

This group of people was naturally Leonid, Watanabe Ue, and others, who were personally leading the Special Action Team and the Assassins.

One could see that under the moonlight, the seven people behind Leonid were all wearing dark combat uniforms, holding Machine Short Guns that only elite troops were qualified to be equipped with, and there was even a sniper carrying a Long-barreled Rifle.

Watanabe Ue had brought a total of eight Ninja Martial Artists dressed in pitch-black ninja outfits; they likewise had Katanas at their waists and held Short-barreled Machine Guns in their hands, their heads and faces all wrapped in hoods, revealing only pairs of cold and murderous eyes.

The baleful aura on their bodies seemed to make the night air congeal, and Deng Xiaolin, who had changed into similar gear to follow along, felt extremely alarmed in such an atmosphere.

Frequently doing business with the Divine Luo and Rizhao, they could recognize just how fierce the firearms were that these men held in their hands.

For most Martial Arts experts of the Fifth Realm and above, the threat of those old-fashioned or ordinary single-shot firearms was actually quite limited; even for a sharpshooter, it would take at least three or five of them forming a fire net to pose a certain threat.

But the power and danger level of this kind of Machine Short Gun, with a capacity of thirty rounds and capable of pouring out bullets in just a few breaths, were far greater than ordinary firearms; if just three or five elite gunmen coordinated their sweeping fire, even an Embracing Dan Martial Arts Master would drink the cup of hatred on the spot if caught off guard!

Not to mention the distant past, just recently, when the Rizhao Army occupied the Liaodong Peninsula, several top-tier Sixth Realm experts sent by the Jin Dynasty to conduct assassinations and sabotage died under these guns.

"Hey, are you all trying to cover your ears while stealing a bell?"

At this moment, seeing Watanabe Ue and the others in such an outfit, Leonid couldn't help but sneer:

"If someone sees you dressed like this, who wouldn't know who you are?"

Watanabe Ue had no time to pay him any mind, only staring at Lu Yuan's small courtyard more than ten zhang away, especially the wisps of smoke rising from the back courtyard, his sinister eyes revealing a hint of doubt:

"Meal time has passed, and it's summer now, so there's no need to light a fire for warmth; what is he doing?"

"Forget what he's doing; as long as we confirm he is inside right now, that is enough."

Leonid looked indifferently at Deng Xiaolin to the side:

"Hey, are your people ready?"

His tone was bossy and unceremonious, but Deng Xiaolin was in no mood to quibble, only nodding and saying:

"Ready. My men are already waiting on the next street; as soon as the gunfire starts, they will immediately set fires to create chaos."

"Very good."

Leonid waved his hand and said decisively:

"Then what are we waiting for? Move!"

Saying this, he took the lead, bringing his seven elite experts to sneak silently toward the courtyard where Lu Yuan was.

Among these seven, three were Battle General-level grand experts who possessed the Thunder Title, and the remaining four, while slightly inferior, were equal to or even better than them in marksmanship and combat proficiency.

Watanabe Ue gave a cold snort and followed closely with his men, moving lightly.

Three of his assassination squad members, who were Fifth-Rank Guardian General-level assassination elites, also moved out, while the rest were Battle Elites tempered by the blood and fire of the battlefield, who had once achieved the glorious record of killing a Jin Dynasty Martial Arts Master on the Liaodong Peninsula.

Watching the backs of these people, as Deng Xiaolin followed, his heartbeat could not help but accelerate slightly.

It is no exaggeration to say that with the lineup and weapons of Leonid and Watanabe Ue's sides, if they were used to deal with him, he would have absolutely no chance of survival.

More than a dozen experts of the Fourth, Fifth, and even Sixth Realms carrying such fierce, sharp weapons.

Let alone that Lu Yuan was only comparable to a Martial Arts Grandmaster; even a true Martial Arts Grandmaster would be buried under such a storm of firepower!

"So what if his Godly Strength is peerless and his Sword Technique is unmatched? Can he withstand a rain of bullets?"

Thinking of this, the feeling of being forced and stifled vanished, and instead, a sense of impatient pleasure rose in Deng Xiaolin's heart.

Just like that.

Under the night, a group of more than ten people silently climbed onto the front wall.

Looking down at the pitch-black courtyard, Leonid and Watanabe Ue simultaneously made hand signals; everyone remained completely silent, pricking up their ears to listen.

In the past two days, they had long since confirmed the layout of the residences in this area.

Although the courtyard where Lu Yuan lived could not compare to the mansions and estates of high officials and noblemen, it was still a two-section residence; the front courtyard was separated from the back courtyard where people lived by a central courtyard, a distance of at least thirty or forty paces.

Everyone present was an expert, and they were proficient in restraining their Qi and sneaking; even a Grandmaster-level powerhouse could not possibly detect them from such a distance.

But moving further in, with so many of them, a Grandmaster-level powerhouse had sharp eyes and ears, so there was no guarantee they wouldn't be discovered.

Therefore, their plan was for everyone to ambush in this front courtyard, and then have Deng Xiaolin disguise himself as a thief to enter the back courtyard to deliberately disturb the other party and lure the target out.

As long as the other party appeared, they would face the storm of fire poured out by many sharpshooters and more than a dozen Machine Short Guns; there was no creature in this world that could resist it.

Under the dark night and high wind, after Leonid and Watanabe Ue gave the hand signals, some of the personnel climbed onto the wall and lay prone, while others stood behind the courtyard walls or dispersed into the inner corners, all setting up the Machine Short Guns in their hands, ready to strike.

During this process, everything was silent, and there was no abnormality in the direction of the back courtyard; after everything was ready, Leonid and Watanabe Ue simultaneously signaled to Deng Xiaolin again.

The tactics had been determined long ago, and this step of luring the enemy could only be executed by himself, a Six Realms Embracing Dan Martial Arts Master; although Deng Xiaolin was unwilling, he had no other choice, so he could only walk slowly into the corridor with a gloomy face, sneaking toward the back courtyard.

Lu Yuan's punch had left him with painful lessons and trauma, and even now his injuries had not yet healed, so he was extremely cautious and careful in his movements at this moment, his breathing and heartbeat almost non-existent, moving quietly in the darkness.

Just like that, passing through the short corridor, through the central courtyard, Deng Xiaolin saw at a glance that the back courtyard was pitch black, with only the fire room in one corner glowing red, though it was unknown if anyone was inside.

He deliberately stepped heavily, walking two steps toward the fire room with extreme caution, while in reality, his whole body was tense, ready to retreat at any moment.

However, to his surprise.

Even though he had already walked to the center of the courtyard, only ten or so paces away from the fire room, both the fire room and the pitch-black main room were dead silent, with no reaction at all.

Hm?

Could it be that he hasn't noticed yet?

Deng Xiaolin was startled and suspicious in his heart, hesitant, and prepared to continue forward.

And it was at this very moment.

With a 'Pop!' sound!

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his foot; as he looked down in horror, he saw a large hand reaching out from the ground in an incredibly bizarre way, gripping his ankle, and then pulling downward with peerless, immense force!

"Help!"

Never having expected to encounter such a bizarre and terrifying thing, Deng Xiaolin screamed in instant, frantic terror.

However, under the peerless, immense force coming from his ankle and the envelopment of a bizarre and inexplicable power, he had no time to resist at all before his whole body was pulled into the ground, as if falling into a swamp!

And almost at the same time his figure abruptly disappeared.

The sharp scream also drifted from the central courtyard to the front courtyard.

Leonid and Watanabe Ue, who were waiting in battle formation for the prey to enter the trap, although they could not see what was happening in the back courtyard, were both slightly shocked:

"Not good, he's been exposed, that idiot!"

"Charge in, full assault!"

In an instant, the two gave the order in unison, leading all their combatants to rush out like tigers and wolves; within a breath or two, they had surged into the back courtyard.

However.

After rushing in, under the moonlight, everything within sight was dark and silent.

There was no trace of Deng Xiaolin in the courtyard, nor was there any sign of Lu Yuan, let alone any evidence of a battle.

What is going on?

The murderous Leonid and Watanabe Ue scanned their surroundings, extremely suspicious and alarmed.

Because from the moment they heard the scream to the moment they rushed over, no more than three breaths had passed. Deng Xiaolin was, at the very least, a Sixth Realm Martial Arts Master; even if he encountered a target, he should have been able to put up some resistance. How could he have vanished into thin air?

Such a bizarre situation filled everyone with immense dread. Without any need for a reminder, the combatants from both sides wore grim expressions, gathering together almost simultaneously, their Machine Short Guns covering every direction, as if facing a formidable enemy.

And it was at this very moment.

Behind them, at the entrance of the courtyard they had just rushed into, a scoff suddenly drifted out:

"What are you... looking for?"

What?

This abrupt, low chuckle in the darkness rang out like a thunderclap in everyone's ears. Leonid, Watanabe Ue, and the others in the courtyard, who were already on high alert, were instantly shocked, subconsciously turning their heads sharply toward the source of the sound.

Yet, what greeted them was a burst of violent golden light, more blinding than thunder and more dazzling than the sun!

It was as if a small sun had appeared out of thin air in the middle of the courtyard.

Whether it was the two Sixth Realm powerhouses, Leonid and Watanabe Ue, or the rest of the well-trained, battle-hardened combat elites, at this instant, they all felt as if they were vengeful ghosts exposed to the violent sunlight. Their vision turned stark white, their eyes stung, and they couldn't help but shut them tight.

Almost as they closed their eyes, streaks of lightning-like golden radiance tore through the air and arrived in an instant.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh!!

In a flash.

On the Sha'e Empire side, Leonid and his seven combat elites who were still unable to open their eyes suddenly emitted sounds of skin, flesh, and bone being severed at their necks; almost simultaneously, streaks of blood appeared, and their figures stiffened!

"Not good!"

As expected of the leader of the Black Dragon Society's assassination squad, Watanabe Ue, though unable to see under the intense light, subconsciously sensed immense terror upon hearing the sound of flesh being sliced. Even though his eyes still stung unbearably, he roared and pulled the trigger toward the source of the blinding light!

Including his eight battle-hardened assassination squad members, they too pulled their triggers without needing a reminder, unleashing a fierce barrage of fire!

Da-da-da-da-da-da!!

In an instant, fire snakes spat violently from their weapons, and a rain of bullets poured crazily toward the source of the light. However, these hundred-plus bullets did not hit any target, striking almost entirely against the surrounding walls.

Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh!

The next instant, the golden light erupted like lightning from another direction, enveloping all the members of the Black Dragon Society Assassins like a storm. Watanabe Ue, whose vision had just begun to recover, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat!

His eyes widened, filled with infinite terror and shock. In that instant, he could clearly feel his windpipe, arteries, and his entire neck being severed by an irresistible force!

Just like that, his strength drained away, and the Machine Short Gun in his hand could no longer be controlled, falling limply as his head separated from his body and rolled to the ground.

Even when decapitated, a person retains consciousness for a breath or two after the body is separated.

As his head hit the ground and the world spun, Watanabe Ue seemed to dimly see the heads of his assassination squad members, and even the heads of Leonid and the others nearby, falling one after another, rolling on the ground, all wearing the same expression of infinite terror as his own.

How... is it possible...

Harboring infinite fear and pain, the gaze on his severed head froze, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

Thump, thump.

With this, seventeen headless corpses holding guns collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from their severed necks, forming large pools of blood.

Seventeen combat elites and powerhouses, capable of wiping out an entire elite battalion of the Jin Dynasty, had died silently in the courtyard, never even seeing the location of their enemy before they perished.

And only then.

The darkness rippled and distorted, and Lu Yuan's figure appeared out of thin air. Looking at the corpses on the ground and then at the bullet holes on the courtyard walls, he sighed slightly:

"People from the Sha'e Empire, people from the Sunlight Country... the Holy Roman Empire didn't send anyone? They even have submachine guns; this firepower is truly quite fierce..."

"I have to say, this Sprout Sensing Technique is really useful."

Ever since he mastered this technique, he had been casting it on himself two or three times a day to maintain full coverage.

Under the effect of this technique, he had sensed this group of people before they even entered the courtyard and had prepared accordingly.

Otherwise, he might have really had to face their fierce firepower head-on.

It is only because the Earthly Fiend Seventy-Two Arts are wondrous and peerless; otherwise, relying solely on his early-stage Refining Essence into Qi cultivation, he likely wouldn't have been able to withstand such a barrage and would have had to run.

As this thought crossed his mind, fire suddenly soared into the sky in a certain direction outside the courtyard, accompanied by shouts and commotion; it seemed a fire had broken out not far away.

Lu Yuan's gaze shifted, his figure sank again, and within a few blinks, he reappeared with a person in his hand.

It was none other than Deng Xiaolin, who was bleeding from his seven orifices, his face a dark purple, having been dragged ten-plus zhang underground by him and nearly suffocated to death by the pressure of ten thousand tons of soil!

As soon as he was brought up, Deng Xiaolin gasped greedily, like a drowning man reaching the shore, after coughing violently.

And while gasping for air, a thick, pungent scent of blood entered his lungs with the air. Only then did he see, in sheer terror, that Leonid, Watanabe Ue, and the others who had snuck in with him had all turned into headless corpses!

Lu Yuan looked down at the dumbstruck Deng Xiaolin with a playful smile:

"Leader Deng, oh Leader Deng, I hadn't gone to find you yet, but you brought people to find me?"

It was as if he were in hell, being questioned by the King of Hell.

Surrounded by more than a dozen headless corpses, an incomparable terror welled up in his heart. Deng Xiaolin turned his head toward Lu Yuan, trembling like chaff; his skin, eyebrows, and teeth were all shaking from fear and shock:

"Immortal, you are an Immortal!?"

(End of chapter)