Bang!
The body exploded, blood rained down, and the so-called best Martial Artist in Japan couldn't even withstand one palm strike from Ye Xuan, instead turning into a shower of blood and falling to the ground.
As this scene unfolded before Sun Xiaofu, he completely froze on the spot, his gaze toward Ye Xuan filled with unprecedented horror.
"Mr. Yamamoto!"
Numerous Japanese Martial Artists screamed in terror, unable to believe that the top Martial Artist of Japan had died here in vain.
"Fire."
Bang bang bang!
The dark muzzle emitted terrifying tongues of fire, the roaring sound of bullets deafening, completely engulfing Ye Xuan, until their ammunition was exhausted and peace gradually returned to the area, despite the strong burnt smell in the air.
"Is... is he dead?" a soldier whispered tremblingly.
"Quick... look!"