"Hahaha, a true man does not fear death. Today, I, Ye Wutian, have fallen into your hands, but I will be waiting for you on the Path of the Underworld. Those who dare to kill Ye Wutian, even the Heavenly King cannot save their lives." Ye Wutian's words were not just to scare Ma Chen— once he died, his master would surely avenge him, and by then, probably not a single soul in Heaven's Gate would survive.
"You still dare to talk tough at death's door. Today, this old lady wants to see whether your True Qi Defense is stronger or my submachine gun is." Fang Yong carried the submachine gun up to Ye Wutian, and after those five big men had stepped back, he pulled the trigger and sprayed Ye Wutian with bullets.
A silver-white defensive light curtain rippled in front of Ye Wutian, with countless bullets hitting it, causing a "zing" sound, reminding one of raindrops hitting a water surface, each strike creating ripples.