CHAPTER 740: CHAPTER 373: THE MYSTERIOUS EXPERT OF THE ZHANG FAMILY_2

"Lin Beichen, you come here alone. Are you asking to die?"

Zhang Songqiao coldly shouted, a glimpse of killing intent flickering in his eyes.

Lin Beichen couldn’t be bothered to reply, instead, he focused on inspecting the offerings on the altar.

Two elite assassins immediately stepped forward, pressing their gun barrels against Lin Beichen’s chest.

"Our boss is asking you a question. Kneel down immediately. If you dare resist, we’ll open fire directly."

Lin Beichen casually waved his hand. As if brushing away dust, he swept the two guns aside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two assassins instantly fired their guns without hesitation.

The bullets, like raindrops, aimed at Lin Beichen’s vital spots, evidently intending to kill him instantly.

"Why bother with these futile actions?"

Lin Beichen said lightly, exhaling gently.

Spiritual light enveloped his front, forming into a vortex, encapsulating all the bullets within.

Then, Lin Beichen extended a finger, gently touching the vortex, as though caressing a lover.

However, the bullets within the vortex instantly reflected, heading straight back to the assassins.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With several gunshots, the two elite assassins widened their eyes and fell dead, unable to cause Lin Beichen any trouble.

Seeing this, Zhang Family members were instantly terrified.

Lin Beichen’s technique was simply incomprehensible, like the bizarre scenes from superhero movies.

Could there truly be someone in this world who could hold and reverse bullets like a myth?

Even Zhang Songqiao, seasoned through countless ordeals, couldn’t help but change his expression.

He had always known Lin Beichen was formidable, suppressing numerous influential figures with mere force.

Even Qin Wenwu had perished at Lin Beichen’s hands.

But in his eyes, no matter how strong a person was, they were ultimately limited by their human identity.

He himself was human, so he envisioned Lin Beichen within the limits of what he could imagine—the level of a boxing champion, swimming prodigy, or a sanda champion.

However, the moment just now shattered his perception.

Lin Beichen casually waved his hand, and the bullets curved swiftly. Such a feat wouldn’t be achievable even in movies.

Seeing the Zhang Family’s terror, Zhang Songqiao suddenly remembered something, quickly retreating, and yanking a Jade Pendant from his neck, he smashed it onto the ground.

"Master Song, please come forth."

Zhang Songqiao shouted in fury.

As the Jade Pendant shattered, a sigh echoed above the Zhang Family mansion.

From the rain-clouded sky, a ray of white light seemingly emerged.

Within the white light, an elderly figure appeared.

Seeing this person, Zhang Songqiao sighed in relief, a trace of excitement appearing on his face.

Throughout his life, many viewed Zhang Songqiao as a cunning opportunist who used deceitful tactics to rise from poverty to become part of one of Huadu’s most influential families.

However, Zhang Songqiao knew clearly that his success was owed to two individuals.

The first was a fortune teller, who guided him to a Dragon Vein Land where he cultivated for three years and bathed in its essence to strengthen his Qi.

Upon leaving the mountain, he broke his own destiny and amassed great wealth from humble beginnings, earning widespread recognition.

From then on, he always triumphed, carving out his niche amidst pressure from powerful families, firmly establishing his footing in Huadu.

This tale, even after over 20 years, still excites many.

Indeed, standing one’s ground in Huadu and forming one’s own family was unprecedented over the past 300 years.

Being rich or a dignitary in Huadu wasn’t difficult, but whatever wealth one amassed, they were just pawns within Huadu City.

But establishing a family was another matter entirely.

In Huadu, true powerful clans had been entrenched for millennia and tolerated no infringement on their interests.

And it was this elderly figure that helped Zhang Songqiao establish his footing.

Years ago, through chance, Zhang Songqiao met this old man and, due to the richness of his Dragon Vein Qi, saved his life.

Since then, no matter the trouble Zhang Songqiao faced, the old man would always assist him.

"Young man, Zhang Songqiao is a person of destiny. He shouldn’t die today. If you promise not to trouble him, I can let you leave as if we never met."

The old man said, staring at Lin Beichen with an immense killing intent in his eyes.

"Is his identity really that important? I don’t think so!"

Lin Beichen replied indifferently, stepping forward.

"I favor fairness. They wanted me to kneel and give me a way out. I offer the same. As long as you kneel, I can spare your lives."

Lin Beichen said calmly.

Just then, a cold light appeared from behind Lin Beichen.

Its angle was extremely cunning, not from the crowd but shooting from nearby bushes.

Hidden among the bushes, reaching only half a meter in height, who would have thought an assassin lurked there?

From such a close distance, the cold light appeared and instantly touched Lin Beichen’s back.

As the crowd rejoiced, thinking Lin Beichen would die, they saw the dagger instantly melt like snow.

Simultaneously, Lin Beichen turned to glance, and the bushes echoed a shrill scream.

A cyan flame burned, with a human-like figure struggling frantically, wailing, then lying lifelessly within seconds.

The hidden assassin died instantly.

"Killing wantonly, young lad, you’re too deep into devilry."

The old man coldly shouted, his form ghostly, appearing right in front of Lin Beichen.

With spiritual light flickering in his palm, he lunged at Lin Beichen’s neck like capturing dragons and tigers.

His speed far exceeded anyone Lin Beichen had ever seen, even faster than Qin Wenwu.

But Lin Beichen was no longer the same person he was back then.

During the battle against Qin Wenwu, he had cultivated his withered body, but had merely grasped its basics.

Now, things were different.

His strength had advanced rapidly.

During Jiangnan Water Village’s battle, Lin Beichen’s power was just before Mystic Sect.

Now, Lin Beichen had fully achieved Mystic Sect.

"Useless."

Lin Beichen said indifferently, invisible light enveloping him. With a gentle wave, a cyan dragon appeared in the air.

Under everyone’s incredulous gazes, the Cyan Dragon flashed and lunged toward the old man.

"External spiritual Qi manifestation; your cultivation level is truly extraordinary!"

The old man avoided it quickly, his form transforming into several shadows in mid-air, appearing behind Lin Beichen.

Before he could strike again, Lin Beichen’s Cyan Dragon had already hit him.

With a roaring crash, the old man flew backward, smashing into Zhang Family’s ornate gate.

With a loud boom.

Zhang Family’s thick gate shattered, fragments scattering like bullets, hitting nearby attendees.

Zhang Family members screamed in pain, covered in blood.

Behind the gate, a figure slowly stood up—it was the old man.

A white moonlight flashed across the old man’s body, seeming to form a moon ray around him.

The old man’s aura grew even stronger.

"I thought the outside rumors were false. Whether opening the Celestial Gate or killing Qin Wenwu was mere chance. I didn’t expect my ignorance; such a perverse talent exists in the Cultivation Realm."

The old man dusted himself off, flashing back beside Zhang Songqiao, spiritual light intensifying in his eyes.

"Given another hundred years, you’d be difficult to deal with. But unfortunately, you met me now."

"Old man, are you really that strong?"

Lin Beichen replied indifferently, walking forward step by step.