Amid the echoing gunfire, Wang Xuan was hit multiple times—in his chest, neck, and both legs. He should have taken a bullet to the forehead too, but in mid-air, he twisted his head as best he could, narrowly evading the bullet aimed at it.3

Time seemed to stand still. Everyone saw Wang Xuan's body shivering in mid-air. Those with experience knew he had been shot, and repeatedly at that. They could see that his body was being riddled with bullets.0

Wu Yin turned her head away, unable to bear the sight of such brutality. Old Wu sighed softly upon seeing Wang Xuan lose his balance and start plummeting to the ground after being shot repeatedly. From a neighboring courtyard, a middle-aged man standing by a window remarked, "In the end, we live in a technologically advanced era. No matter how proficient one becomes in the Old Arts, they cannot withstand the onslaught of modern weaponry."0

At that moment, many gasped in shock, feeling sorrow for Wang Xuan. How could such a powerful young practitioner of Old Arts be taken down by surprise gunfire in this manner?0

Others, however, watched silently in the rain-soaked night. To them, the outcome was only to be expected. Times have changed; the Old Arts, no matter how masterfully executed, cannot compete with modern weaponry. To some,...0