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Bai Linglong listened silently, her eyes calm and sharp. Like the brightest star in the night sky, she continuously analyzed and synthesized the information as Heifeng spoke, her mind working like a precise instrument, methodically refining the battle plan.
She knew that this mission was not only about Heifeng’s revenge but also about the future direction of Mingyue Pavilion.
As they arrived at the valley where Mingyue Pavilion was located, it was midday. The scorching sun baked the earth mercilessly, and a faint heat haze permeated the valley, adding a touch of haziness to the scene before them.
Heifeng raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He pointed ahead, his voice low but imbued with an undeniable authority. “My lady, that’s Mingyue Pavilion ahead. The tallest building is the pavilion master’s residence, now occupied by that traitor Heihui.”
Bai Linglong looked up and saw that the main gate of Mingyue Pavilion was shut tight. The guards at the gate were armed with sharp blades, patrolling back and forth with a vigilant expression. Unlike before, there was a hint of panic and anxiety in their eyes. Clearly, Heihui had anticipated Heifeng’s return for revenge and had taken precautions to reinforce the defenses.
Just then, one of the guards at the gate, with sharp eyes, instantly recognized Heifeng. His face contorted in terror, his eyes widening like copper bells. Without a word, he turned and ran into the pavilion, shouting, “It’s not good! Heifeng is back! Heifeng is back!” His voice, shrill and urgent, echoed through the valley, shattering the previous stillness.
Moments later, Heihui, accompanied by a group of skilled warriors, stormed out of the main building. He was clad in a long black robe embroidered with golden patterns. The attire, meant to be imposing and dignified, looked ostentatious on him.
Heifeng let out a cold laugh, a laugh filled with mockery and disdain. His gaze, like a sharp blade, pierced Heihui. “Disappointed, Second Brother?” These simple words were like a sharp dagger, striking directly at Heifeng’s heart.
A tall, thin man beside Heihui, with a furrowed brow, whispered, “Pavilion Master, since Heifeng has returned, he must be prepared. We cannot afford to be careless.”
Heihui, however, glared fiercely at him, roaring, “Fear what? What kind of trouble can he stir up?”
Just as tensions flared between the two sides, Bai Linglong shifted slightly, her eyes firm and calm. Her hand slowly rose, the handgun in her grasp flashing with a cold gleam under the sun.
Taking a deep breath, she gently pulled the trigger, and A loud “bang” echoed as the bullet shot towards Heihui like lightning.
Heihui had no time to react. The bullet pierced his heart with pinpoint accuracy. His eyes widened, his face still bearing the lingering shock and fear, his body fell straight back, kicking up a cloud of dust. Thus ended his wicked life.
The skilled warriors surrounding Heihui were stunned at first, their expressions instantly frozen. Then, they all drew their weapons and rushed towards Bai Linglong and the others.
Bai Linglong and Xiaocui quickly raised their guns, expertly pulling the triggers. “Bang, bang” the gunshots rang out in succession.
These warriors, though highly skilled and agile, renowned figures in the Jianghu, were no match for the handgun’s immense power and precise shots. They were unable to get close and fell one after another, drowning in a pool of blood.