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After taking a few hits from himself, he was no longer able to fight back. Before the masked man could be proud of himself, he saw a flash of fire, followed by a series of "peng, peng, peng" sounds. The masked man hurriedly dodged to the side. However, his smile froze after a short while. In just a few slanted flashes, his opponent was able to dodge bullets that couldn't be seen clearly. This was truly heaven-defying. It turned out that ever since ancient times, Zhu Ci's fighting style had been smooth sailing, and had never been like this before. He felt that his internal organs and meridians were slowly recovering from his injuries, and the Yin energy that was circulating around his body also showed signs of being absorbed into his abdomen, but it was very slow, and he also felt that his abdomen was starting to swell and feel uncomfortable, so he didn't care about it now. This masked man's martial arts was too high, he had never seen it before, and his life was more important, so he took out the pistol he had kept for a long time, waiting for an opportunity amidst the pain.

However, he knew he could not stop it, he wanted to send out the signal for the Sky Valve Army, but the black masked man had already caught up, as long as he was stopped here, he would be in a dire situation, and if he wanted to flee again, he guessed that he could get the soldiers that were guarding the Sky Valve Mountain, and even if they could come to save him, they would most likely not be this person's opponent, so there was no need to recklessly throw away the lives of the soldiers.

At this moment of life and death, Zhu Ci had already used all his strength to escape. However, he was wounded and his speed was not as fast as it used to be. In less than half a moment, he had caught up with the masked man.

The masked man in black watched as Zhu Ci dove into the forest. He looked around at the trees and thistles around him. He couldn't figure out where Zhu Ci was for a while, but he thought that if he moved, it would be the time for him to die.

What was even more miserable was that his body that was full of muscles was covered in blood, and his biochemical body had lost its previous standard. Under the attack of the Nine Yin true qi, the recovery of his body's functions was extremely slow, but he was not completely disordered. He was lying on the ground, the muzzle slowly protruding from the cracks in the bushes, in a standard sniper position.

Just as he was about to take a sniper position, he made some slight sounds that could not be heard by an ordinary person. However, the ears of the masked man in black twitched as he continued to search the area.

He watched as the enemy approached the muzzle of the gun step by step, holding back the pain in his chest and abdomen that felt like it was being torn apart. He held his breath and watched intently, not daring to even breathe, afraid that he would miss the best opportunity. He didn't know when it started, but his palms were covered in cold sweat. Beads of sweat, which had long disappeared from his face, rolled down to his eyes and face. Facing such a top martial arts master, he was extremely nervous.

Right at this moment, the masked man's left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent, and his right palm drew a circle, suddenly rising up into the air, with a 'hu' sound, he pushed towards the thorns, his palm striking forward. Contrary to the masked man's natural feminine energy, his palm was fierce, fierce, and full of excitement. He felt the world around him freeze, and his heart was as calm as the surface of a water. His fingers pulled slightly, and he fired the shot he had hitherto thought was the best shot of his life.

The masked man let out a shrill howl, his body suddenly stopped in midair. His right palm, which was originally extremely powerful, suddenly turned into two claws as he slashed out. His left claw arrived first, aiming for the bullet.

Without losing any of its might because of the change in the masked man's attack, the powerful palm strike continued to sweep towards Zhu Ci. With a crack, the pine tree next to Zhu Ci was broken into pieces. One could only imagine how miserable Zhu Ci was as blood began to gush out from his mouth and shock filled his eyes.

Although Zhu Chi had already moved to the side where the mud had stained the ground, he was still unable to avoid the range of the powerful palm strike. The power of the palm strike was truly terrifying.

Zhu Ci, obviously not expecting the other party to grab the bullet with his hand, was surprised, but when he got up to look, the masked man in black grabbed his bleeding left hand with his right hand. Zhu Ci, looking carefully in pain, saw that there was blood on the other party's left hand, was also amused: I thought you'd say that no matter how high your martial arts are, you wouldn't be able to catch a bullet, not to mention a steel bullet.

The masked man had been full of confidence in the power of his fingers, he had not expected the firearm to be so powerful. However, the wound on his body was not only a palm.

Seeing that he was still looking at the pain in his hand, Zhu Ci thought this was a good opportunity to shoot continuously, but this time, the masked man only shifted his body and dodged.

He put away his spear, pulled out two daggers from his shoes, and endured the pain. He still moved nimbly like a spirit ape, but due to the chaos in his heart, he could only wave the daggers with both hands, not allowing the opponent to get close. However, such disorder, in the eyes of the masked man in black, was nothing more than a last resort.

Although the masked man's eyes were wide open after being wounded by the gun, he was extremely ferocious, his speed was not fast, his uninjured right hand intruded into the crevice of the dagger, and he threw the dagger in his hand towards Zhu Ci. Zhu Ci's hand flew towards the masked man, but the masked man did not pursue him, and he caught the incoming dagger with his right hand, but before he could do anything, the dagger had already caught up with Zhu Ci.

"Hiss!" The sound of flesh being torn was heard. Zhu Ci was unable to completely avoid the dagger. The dagger stabbed into his right chest, but the wound was not deep enough.

Zhu Ci had used all the strength in his body, but to no avail. Furthermore, he had injured himself. Before Zhu Ci could pull out the dagger in his right chest, he could only use the remaining dagger to calm his mind and attack the masked man in black.

The masked man was furious at himself for not expecting to be injured. He changed his hand into a grasping position, bent his legs, and occasionally kicked, in less than a hundred moves. The other dagger was taken off again, and it felt like Zhu Ci had personally handed the dagger to the masked man. He twisted the dagger and stabbed it into the left side of Zhu Ci's chest, where the bone was stuck. The masked man had killed hundreds of people, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. Under the operation of his Nine Yin true qi, not to mention the bone, even the steel plate could pierce through it. It seemed that this mystical skill was not ordinary, it was a little like the Shaolin Undefeatable Divine Art, but why was the protective true qi not enveloping the whole body, but in the bones, similar to one of the legendary martial arts of the Heaven Mountain.

Without time to think any further, his right hand gave up on the handle of the dagger, changing hands like a dragon, and continued to strike at the handle of the two daggers nailed to Zhu Ci's chest, attempting to strike the daggers into the internal organs of Zhu Chi's chest. Zhu Ci was shocked, not expecting death to be so close to him at this moment, but after his death, what about his family, what about Zi Lei, what about the Heavenly Valve Army?

No matter how the masked man struck the handle of the dagger, although the first few strikes had caused the dagger to sink even deeper into the bone, but to move further down would be extremely difficult, and the amazement in his heart was not inferior to Zhu Ci's fear and powerlessness. He also hated himself for being obsessed with the Nine Yin Meridians for too long, and not being able to practice Dragon's Palm too much, or else he would not have been in such a miserable state.

The masked man realized that his left shoulder was bleeding badly during the process of channeling his Qi, so he gave up on slapping the handle of the dagger. Instead, he started slapping at Zhu Ci's chest, abdomen, back, and neck. The masked man realized that it was more effective than slapping the handle of his dagger, and ignored every attack. He released his last strike, using all his strength to firmly press his right palm against the Great Dantian Acupoint, covering his face with only his sinister eyes.

He wanted to close his eyes, but other than the top of his head, he could not. Knowing that death was not far away, he thought to himself: I hope the Heavenly Valve Army that I have left behind will leave a trace of Han Dynasty. My family, they might help me take care of them!

The masked man in black looked at Zhu Ci's opened black double pupil. Suddenly, a brilliant golden light flashed in his eyes, but it soon turned back into a black double pupil. The double pupil slowly returned to normal. After killing the stepping stone that would allow him to become the leader of the Devil Sect, he felt that his internal Qi was exhausted, so after pressing down a few more times, he didn't know whether it was to attack with his palm or to borrow the corpse to support his body. However, he was afraid that he could not believe that the Devil Sect's Sect Leader was a child. In any case, from now on, no one can stop me in the Devil Sect, but no matter what, the Nine Yin Meridians that recovered extremely quickly did not have any reaction at all. He was anxious, but after two hours of hard work, he finally managed to get a bit of his inner strength into his body.

An unprecedented funeral was held in the Shameng Tianfeng military sector. The higher levels of the Heaven Stage were all covered in white linen, divided into six feet, two feet and a red square cloth sewn on the two feet. Before the spirit set up incense brazier, for visitors to burn paper to worship. Most of the Sun Moon Sect's upper echelons were divided into two rows. They mourned and welcomed the guests, performing military songs one by one, causing people to fall into an endless sadness. This showed that this was a funeral for different people.

The funeral, aside from grief, also involved hard work. Guest, firecrackers, blowing music, papyrus, crying incessantly. He did not know if the wailing was real or fake. Perhaps those who were heartbroken listening to the military song could not help but recall every single detail of their lives with the deceased in the past. Tears rolled down their faces, blurring their eyes. Some felt as if a knife had twisted into their hearts, while others were thinking about their future path and how their authority would obey. They were all busy in the hearts of the upper echelons. The crowd also arranged for guests to be seated, eat, receive gifts, and give gifts that they had prepared in advance.

This funeral was organized on a much larger scale than the previous ones. The higher ups of the Heaven Feudal Lords that they had never seen before had all rushed back from the different military districts, causing the guests to feel that there was something different about them.

The sound of sobbing came out, but the guests did not know who was lying on top of the coffin, they only heard that it was an officer warrior, and occasionally a few guests would look at the coffin that had not been sealed, and realised that inside the coffin was a child who was not even six years old yet, waiting for the last guest to finish looking at the martyrs, the coffin's lid was closed, and the sound of the lid did not ring, but it struck hard onto the hearts of the higher echelons, and after that, everyone had their thoughts on who the final person was.

Looking back at the memorial curtain, it said: He died suddenly when the Heavenly Valve Army was at its height, but his profound influence was in the ascendant, enveloping both the coastal countries and the entire world, causing countless followers to mourn.