Clang! Clang! Clang!
"I was just thinking, with your body so weak, the lights on, and not a weapon in your hand, how would you try to assassinate me, but I didn't expect..."
Le Yuxin managed to swing the Soul Purification Demon Sword and deflect the round lead pellets that were aiming for his vitals, but his limbs still got hit—left shoulder, right arm, and left thigh all burst into blossoms of blood, streaming down in rivers.
"...They actually sent an assassin with a Divine Weapon to kill me," said Jing Zhengwei, his voice full of charm behind the veil.
Le Yuxin hadn't expected Jing Zhengwei to pull out a personal weapon—a shotgun!
Shotguns fired cartridges packed with 8 to 12 round lead pellets, spraying out a veritable storm of bullets at short range—the one firearm that Warriors like them simply couldn't dodge.
