I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 298 - 217: Peerless Expert? Peerless Sword Immortal!

That very formidable assassin...

could he be dead?

The blood on this Jade Sword...

is it actually the assassin’s?

A very bold idea flashed through Bai Shi’s mind.

But for a mont, he felt it was perhaps too bold to think that way.

A Jade Sword, only the size of a finger, suddenly flew up on its own, then killed the gunman directly?

It was really hard to believe.

Had he walked into the wrong immortal martial film set? Was his friend actually a Sword Immortal?

But this wasn’t a shooting of "Immortal Sword Hero"; where did the Flying Sword co from to take the head of a man?

But if this was an illusion.

then what does the bloodstain on the Jade Sword an at this mont?

Could it be that he was still inside so layer of illusion?

Bai Shi forced himself to calm down and analyze everything before his eyes.

He carefully observed the Jade Sword, noticing its exquisite carving under the dim light emitting a faint green glow, as if it contained so ancient and mysterious power. The blood traced down the blade, slowly dripping onto the floor, making faint yet distinct sounds, each one hamring on his heart like a mallet.

He looked around, trying to find surveillance caras or other devices that might have recorded the scene, but there was nothing in the living room except scattered items and ss. If his guess was correct, all explanations seed to point towards the most unbelievable direction—supernatural phenona.

For a while, Bai Shi’s thoughts were very complex.

But after pondering for a long ti.

Bai Shi, still waiting for the next move from the assassin, faintly realized that his bold thought might actually be true!

Perhaps...

He should go out and check!

Although risky, this was sothing that had to be done sooner or later!

Bai Shi took a deep breath, trying his best to dismiss the shock and doubt in his mind, focusing on planning his next move.

He paused for a mont.

Bai Shi tried to prepare ntally.

His heartbeat pounded like a drum, each beat heavily striking his chest.

Hiding behind the sofa, his breathing was rapid yet controlled, as if afraid any slight sound might reveal his exact location.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.

Suddenly, Bai Shi felt driven by an invisible force. His eyes sprung open, and his hands swiftly grabbed the scattered fragnts of the statue from the ground.

Without hesitation, he threw them upwards forcefully. The fragnts flew in different directions like teors, intending to create chaos and interference.

Using the montary chaos he created, Bai Shi swiftly moved out from the side of the sofa.

His body kept low, his movents quick and silent, like a streak of lightning in the shadows.

His hand was already gripping the cold firearm, his finger lightly pressing on the trigger, aiming at the center of the living room—where he anticipated his enemy might appear.

Without hesitation, he fired three preemptive shots.

But all three shots hit the air.

His eyes pierced through the dimness of the living room, and a scene that was unexpected yet sohow expected unfolded before him:

The assassin, who should have been lying in wait and preparing to strike, now lay silently on the ground, eyes wide open.

His expression was frozen in a state of shocked disbelief.

It seed that even death could not take away his incredulity at his final mont.

The wound on his forehead seemingly made by the Jade Sword didn’t pierce through the bone; it was rely a surface wound.

But the assassin seed to have suffered so other incomprehensible attack.

He had lost his life.

The air was filled with a heavy and eerie silence, only Bai Shi’s heavy breathing echoed in the empty space.

He slowly approached, looking at the inexplicably dead assassin on the ground.

His cautious expression mixed with an indescribable complexity of emotions.

He fired two more shots into the assassin’s chest.

After doing so, Bai Shi quickly confird that the captive tied to the chair was not dead, having passed out for so unknown reason.

Nick Horton, who lay on the ground and also had a bulletproof vest, was still alive but had passed out due to a huge impact on his back.

After finishing the checks,

Bai Shi finally turned on his cell phone and used his connections to contact so channels, preparing to clean up the bodies.

Having done all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, limply collapsing onto the ground.

Today’s experiences had been too much; it was sowhat hard to accept all at once.

But the hardest to accept,

was still that the Jade Sword had killed the assassin, this ending and the reality.

Although Bai Shi had not actually seen this scene, nor had any device recorded it.

But.

From the look of shock on the assassin’s face as he died, Bai Shi could faintly guess the scene at the ti:

[Under the dim light, the Jade Sword seed to have its own will, trembling slightly in the air, surrounded by a barely noticeable green glow.]

[First, a look of astonishnt flashed in the assassin’s eyes, and his gun drooped down unconsciously due to the shock. In that flash of lightning and fire, the Jade Sword, like a streak of green lightning, quietly pierced through the limitations of space, heading straight for the assassin.]

[The assassin’s pupils suddenly dilated, his face filled with disbelief, as if he could not comprehend to his death why a seemingly harmless Jade Sword could exhibit such astonishing power.]