Forty Millenniums of Cultivation
chapter-3452-30041322

Chapter 3452: Untitled

The believers of the Fist God all burst into laughter to vent their dissatisfaction after chasing the two degenerates for an entire night and suffering heavy casualties.

Their sneers made the wind colder and made Gus’s seemingly feeble body even smaller.

However, there were also experienced and prudent teachers of the Iron Fist Academy who looked at the strange weapon in Gus’s hand and said solemnly, “The methods of the heretical disciples are unpredictable. It’s better to be careful!”

“What’s there to be scared of? It’s just serial crossbows and steam guns!” someone immediately refuted disapprovingly.

Over the years, order had collapsed, and geniuses were everywhere. The loyal believers of the Fist God were no strangers to the methods of the mechanical demons and the steam demons.

Just last night, several of their companions had been killed by the arrows of Gus and Grey.

He was well aware of the characteristics of the weapon that utilized machines for charging.

With their skills, as long as they were prepared, it was not impossible to dodge the serial arrows.

Besides, no matter how powerful a weapon was, it still depended on whose hands it was in. If Grey was dual-wielding a repeating crossbow, it might be a bit intimidating, but as for Gus, hehe, trash was trash after all. Even if he was wielding a crossbow and a steam gun, he was still completely useless.

While he was thinking, Han Guo walked out of the crowd.

Through the hazy mist, he had already seen Grey leaning against a crooked tree behind Gus.

Grey’s face was pale, and she seemed to be on the verge of collapse. It was exactly the same as the high and mighty girl in his memory who had stomped on him and made him feel that he was invincible. He was more than happy to take revenge.

Han Guo intended to tear her useless brother into two halves right in front of Grey. He would like to see whether or not there was still any arrogance on her face.

When he thought of Grey crying on his brother’s body and being stomped on and moaning in pain, Han Kou’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

“Ha!”

Han Guo bellowed. His spiritual energy surged out, and his clothes were torn apart inch by inch. He suddenly expanded in size. His skin turned bronze, and his veins bulged like dragons that were crouching on his body that was as hard as steel.

Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!

The believers of the Fist God all heard the bell-like noises.

It was the sound of Han Guo’s furious blood hitting his flesh and bones.

The voice made many believers of the Fist God pale.

“I didn’t know that the young man of the Han family had practiced the ‘Vajra Body Tempering Arts’ to such a terrifying level!”

“The real ‘Golden Bell Cover’ is the blood flowing out of the pores all over the body and forming a defense layer that looks like a ten-thousand-pound bell on the surface of the body. It resonates with the surging internal organs, internal organs, and internal organs, producing bell-like noises. I remember that the Han family has never seen an expert who has reached such a level before the age of thirty. I didn’t know that Han Kou was so terrifying. Unbelievable. Unbelievable!”

“Han Kou is the best expert of the younger generation of Red Gold Town. Grey is too self-degrading to be his opponent!

Everybody was amazed.

Seeing that Han Ke was so bold as to stand by him and give him the first credit, Li Yao realized that the strong always had special privileges in the World of the Fist God.

Han Kuo punched forward unhesitatingly.

In the blink of an eye, sand and stones were flying, and the wind was blowing. The invisible bell covering him seemed to have been pushed to the top of his head and pressed down like a mountain.

Everyone’s eardrums hurt.

His face was stung by the wind from the punch.

There was no need to look at him at all. One could imagine the outcome of this piece of trash, Gus. If his physique was a bit stronger, perhaps his chest would be blasted with a transparent bloody hole. If his body was weak, he would directly be blown into a meat pie. This was certain.

Somebody was going to remind Han Kou to withdraw 90% of his strength, keep him alive, and send him back to the Temple of Fist to be burned.

On second thought, their primary target was Grey. As for the useless Gus, it didn’t matter whether he lived or died.

It must have been the last gift that the Fist God gave to Gus that he was killed by Han Ke’s iron fist that was boosted by the Golden Bell Shield.

Just as the ten thousand pound iron fist was about to strike—

Gus pulled the trigger first.

In reality, his body was too weak and thin after all. It was difficult for him to wield a gun with fierce firepower. The muzzle of the gun was not aimed at Han Guo.

It didn’t matter. The ‘Thunder III’ anti-materiel assault rifle had its own identification and biological scanning array glyphs. It could lock onto the enemy’s heartbeat, body temperature, and vitality magnetic field fluctuations and fire precisely.

The moment Gus pulled the trigger, the body of the gun shivered, and the muzzle of the gun was locked onto Han Kou’s chest.

Anti-materiel bullets that contained multiple attack rune arrays rushed out and crashed into Han Guo’s iron fists.

Han Guo did not even have the time to narrow his eyes.

His iron fists could blow up the hardest skull of the Horned Boar.

It could also leave a clear imprint on the iron gate that was a few inches thick, or even dent the iron gate.

Even the blades that could cut through iron as if it were mud were bent and broken.

But when faced with the destructive explosive bullets, they were still completely unable to resist.

The first bullet drilled into his fist through the gap between his fingers.

It crawled into his wrist from his fist.

Along the way, the skeleton of his forearm was blown up at his elbow.

The freezing rune arrays contained in the bullets turned his entire arm into a popsicle. Every cell in his flesh was frozen.

Then, the fire rune arrays released magma-like heat and burnt the frozen cells into ash.

The second bullet, the third bullet, the fourth bullet… The process of freezing and burning was repeated over and over. It took only 0.1 seconds for Han Guo’s iron-like arm to be blown into ashes.

It was like a dimensional gate leading to hell had opened on the right side of Han Guo’s body, or an invisible beast had opened its bloody mouth and swallowed his right arm.

Han Ke did not even feel the pain.

The ‘Thunder III’ anti-materiel assault rifle automatically adjusted the muzzle and changed the target to his glabella, heart, and abdomen.

The same nightmare happened again.

No matter how impressive Han Guo’s ‘Diamond Forging Arts’ was, it was nothing but garbage in front of the cutting-edge Cultivation technology of the Star Glory Federation.

Between his eyebrows, his mouth, his throat, his heart, his abdomen, and all the critical parts of his body were blossoming with terrifying flowers of death at the same time. His internal organs were frozen first before they were burnt into nothingness by the furious flames.

He ran out of bullets.

The flames were immediately extinguished.

It was dazzling for a moment, as if it had never appeared and was just a fleeting illusion in front of everyone’s eyes.

But Han Ke was already gone.

More precisely speaking, Han Kou’s head, body, arms, waist, and thighs were all gone.

The two legs below the knees were still stuck in front of Gus in a weird posture.