The magazine office usually writes about the love affairs of high-profile figures and strange tales from all over, with a humorous and accessible style, that's why it has a lot of subscribers.
But today, it faced disaster as ten .50 caliber machine guns opened fire on it at the sa ti!
The "Imperial Fist" military soldiers ford a fan shape around the three-story building and pressed the triggers, firing simultaneously.
Amidst the noise like jackhamrs against a wall, bullets heated by the gun barrel ford fiery lines as they swept across ruthlessly.
The small building was peppered with holes like a honeycomb, and the brick and stone walls were penetrated through four or five layers, with debris from various structures and furniture scattered everywhere.
Faint screams could be heard, and so people tried to fight back with Thompson submachine guns from the windows.
However, before they could even raise their guns, they were turned into a ss of gore and thrown back inside.
Others jumped out of the windows, attempting to escape to nearby houses.
But Zhu Beneng had been waiting just for this mont! As these people were still in mid-air, they were turned into red dumpling filling by the Fire God Cannon.
Even Prefectural Governor Yang sensed that sothing was wrong at this point.
Not only were there submachine guns, but there were also far too many martial artists. He had already seen four people killed with his own eyes, and this was a magazine office, not a martial arts school.
His heart skipped a beat as he instantly realized that this magazine office was a stronghold, and it belonged to foreign forces.
Because dostic powers would have no need for such troubleso secrecy... Only the Izumo would want to control the dia.
The subsequent events confird his suspicion.
"Cease fire! Cease fire, we surrender!"
A loud shout ca from inside the magazine office.
At a raise of Liao Qe's hand, the military soldiers imdiately stopped firing.
By now, the three-story building was hardly recognizable, on the verge of collapse, with large chunks of bricks and stones falling off continuously.
Five disheveled people erged with their hands raised.
The one leading them wore trousers, leather shoes, and a suit vest with glasses, looking sophisticated as he shouted repeatedly:
"Don't shoot, don't shoot."
Prefectural Governor Yang's secretary quickly said, "That's the magazine office's editor-in-chief—Liu Juchi."
As Liu Juchi and his companions shouted and approached, a soldier stepped forward to apprehend them when they were about 20 paces away.
But at that mont, one of the five, a short man at the back, suddenly turned into a shadow and shot towards Su Immortal with incredible speed!
Zhu Beneng, with his Spirit Refinent Firmness, was the first to react. The Fire God Cannon fired midway to intercept with precision.
But when the cannonball hit, it exploded a cloud of smoke on the spot and the intended target turned into a log of wood, with the real body already in front of Su Immortal's face!
"Ninjutsu? An upper-level Shinobi!"
Izumo understood the Divine Land, and vice versa. Soone imdiately recognized this as Izumo ninjutsu!
The Shinobi was now within arm's reach, and in the next instant would capture Su Immortal as a hostage!
A twisted smile of triumph appeared on his face, thinking if the stronghold was gone, so be it, but if he could capture this young lady and force Lu Yao to comply...
Unfortunately for him, his thoughts were cut short.
A faster black shadow flashed out, streaking past the enemy with a flash of lightning, then nimbly flew back to Su Immortal's back.
The Shinobi stood still before crumbling into pieces on the ground.
Su Immortal reproached, "Fran, you only took action at the last mont again, you must be doing it on purpose to scare ."
"Aren't you out here for experience? The more thrilling it is, the better," ca the reply.
Su Immortal: ...
After a ntal conversation between the two, exclamations rose from all around them!
"I heard that a true immortal bestowed a Flying Sword, and it's really true!"
"Without even being there in person, it can kill a Shinobi equivalent to soone in the Innate Realm!"
The soldiers had already taken the editor-in-chief Liu Juchi and the others into custody, forcing them to kneel on the ground, while a few auxiliary troops searched inside the magazine office.
Moving forward, Su Immortal, with her brows furrowed and an icy expression, said, "Liu Juchi! You collude with the Izumo People and persistently defa my uncle. What do you have to say for yourself today?"
Pushing up his glasses, Liu Juchi looked at the overly delicate young girl and retorted quite boldly, "This is our freedom of the press. You're attacking democracy!"
Su Immortal threw a few newspapers onto him and angrily replied, "My uncle is a person like an immortal, how dare you slander him like this!"
Liu Juchi looked down and saw that it was all gossip news about Lu Yao that he had published himself.
Not only did it fabricate the story about eating official grain and growing donkey ears, but it also speculated without basis that Lu Yao had a mind of the Heavenly Demon Form, with three heads and six arms; it went even further to insinuate that Lu Yao was promiscuous and had an indecent affair with the current emperor's master...
Liu Juchi shook his head and sneered, "It's just gossip news. Does the Immortal actually believe it, as if what I said was true?"
He was slick with his words, and moreover, he was not afraid of death. Of course, there was also the fact that the girl was beautiful and young, and people always tend to judge by appearance.
Su Erya's face turned beet red, her chest heaving violently as if she were an about-to-explode balloon.
Despite her current glory, Erya's childhood was far from beautiful. She endured hunger, cold, insults, laughter, and beatings, and her only kin t with a tragic fate.
It was Lu Yao who had completely changed her life, leading to the current "Su Immortal."
Erya would never allow anyone to slander the most important person in her life!
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Just as the young girl was brimming with rage, the distinctive noise of a cha approached.
The "Imperial Fist" squads assigned to different areas had returned, each escorting quite a few captives.
Prefectural Governor Yang looked around but did not recognize a single one, puzzled.
The military staff hastened to explain, "They're all inconsequential factions from the martial world, usually known for breaking children's legs to force them into begging. We don't know what got into them this ti..."
Prefectural Governor Yang's expression darkened. So these were the scoundrels behind all this! But they shouldn't have the guts to do such a thing, should they?
Those capable of such deeds should belong to the great families and giants of the Martial Path. There must be soone behind the scenes!
At this mont, the squad captains began to report:
"According to intelligence provided by the Joyful Sect, all targets have been captured, none escaped."
"We have no casualties."
The captives were all faction mbers, totaling over a hundred. They wore expressions of fear and exhaustion, and they were the ones who had orchestrated the farce of "growing donkey ears from eating official grain."
Thinking of her ntor, an Immortal-like figure who kindly brought grain only to be slandered by these scoundrels, Erya felt overwhelming hatred stirring within her.
Her beautiful face frosty, she inquired, "Who here knows the person behind the scenes?"
Despite her anger, the young girl's beauty and sweet voice significantly lessened the oppressive atmosphere.
The faction mbers, irritated, started to shout and argue:
"Don't know, not clear."
"Pretty girl, our offenses aren't punishable by death, are they? Why make such a big fuss?"
They had barely started screaming before they were kicked to the ground by military soldiers, their hands bound behind their backs as they knelt, still muttering incessantly.
In their eyes, their deeds were at most worth a few dozen lashes or exile at the worst, nothing serious.
But suddenly, Su Erya reined in her anger and said indifferently,
"Your cris constitute great disrespect, and according to law, your entire households shall be executed. Now, you will be executed on the spot as a warning to others. The Prefectural Yan will handle the confiscation of your properties. Prefectural Governor Yang, please take care of it."
Prefectural Governor Yang was startled, finding the punishnt a bit too severe... but he quickly responded,
"For such scum to co from Jiangdu, I am also deeply embarrassed. I will investigate and confiscate the criminals' estates imdiately!"
Having said that, he made a aningful gesture, and the marksn's captain personally went to handle the task.
Upon hearing this, the faction leaders at the scene instantly caused an uproar, struggling and cursing, but were firmly held down by the military soldiers, immobile.
In the midst of the chaos, Su Erya drew the "M500 revolver" given to her by Liao Qe from her waist.
Approaching the first man, who was still oblivious and cursing loudly,
the young girl, calm, aid the gun at the back of his head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
With a loud "bang," half of the man's head was blown off, splattering brain and blood onto those nearby.
The scene went silent in an instant, even a few military soldiers looked on in shock at the strikingly beautiful girl, pure as a dew-kissed flower.
Liu Juchi, previously so slick, was utterly stupefied, unable to believe that the young girl had personally executed a man!
But disbelief was no longer an option, for Su Erya had already moved to the second person, and without a word, she fired again, blood and flesh scattering in all directions!
Another person died on the spot! This ti everyone witnessed it clearly, and even the bystanders instinctively cried out in alarm!
The sight of such a breathtakingly beautiful girl executing people herself was a stark and shocking contrast.
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