Sovereign Rises in City

A loud, yet nerve-wrenching sound of heavy metal came from the muzzle of the gun.    

Although Wang Ming had not played with much of the gun before, with this tense moment, the bullet shot straight towards Lee Da's head.    

Half Immortal and below, at such a close distance, facing a bullet filled with the smell of gunpowder, they basically had no power to resist. Moreover, this bullet was aimed at a brain!    

If he was beaten to a pulp and had a complete understanding of the situation, forget about the recovery, even if he directly pressed the dragon pearl into Lee Da's body, there was no possibility of survival!    

Therefore, at this moment, Zhao Jinbao's hairs were all standing up. He never would have thought that the dog like Wang Ming dared to shoot and bring Lee Da over to teach him how to act cool. This was definitely not to teach him how to take the blows.    

Zhao Jinbao's right hand shot out like lightning and a golden handprint formed from golden light turned into a streak of light, blocking in front of Lee Da's forehead with a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.    

Puff!    

After a muffled sound, Zhao Jinbao withdrew his hand seal with lightning speed. The golden light disappeared and a pitch black bullet landed on his palm.    

The entire set of movements was completed in an instant. Other than Zhao Jinbao, even the Yin Hua who had been staring intently at the scene, could not see what had happened clearly. Vaguely, he felt a figure of light flash past him.    

Lee Da was scared silly, he just stood there in a daze. He even had an illusion that he was dead.    

It was only until the cold sweat on his forehead dripped down his eyelid and entered his eyes through the salty pain that Lee Da realized that he seemed to still be alive.    

Touching his forehead, he realized that he was fine. However, upon closer inspection, he realized that he wasn't hurt. His heart that was hanging in the air had finally calmed down.    

After he calmed down, a burst of fury came from the depths of Lee Da's heart. Wang Ming wanted to put him to death, no matter what the reason was, if he released this spear, then it would be unforgivable!    

But before he could do anything, Zhao Jinbao arrived in front of him before him. Because his right hand was still holding the bullet from earlier, his left hand covered the muzzle of Wang Ming's gun, and he said coldly: "Wang Ming, I have really underestimated you! I really didn't expect a cowardly grandson like you to actually dare to shoot! "    

"Zhao Jinbao, you forced me to do this. Go and die!" After firing that shot, Wang Ming's courage grew, and his heart grew wild. Right now, his entire body was filled with an ice-cold killing intent.    

He pulled back his hand with all his might, and realised that Zhao Jinbao's fingers were like locked steel bars, firmly locking the muzzle of the gun. Wang Ming was simply unable to pull it out.    

After trying twice to no avail, Wang Ming steeled his heart, and aimed his hand towards Zhao Jinbao, and directly shot three times!    

Clang! Clang! Clang!    

Three bullets, which carried a strong burning smell, fell from Zhao Jinbao's hands, and landed crisply on the ground.    

Zhao Jinbao felt his palm go numb and hot, but he did not feel any pain. The power of the handgun posed no threat to him.    

In his eyes, this was a very normal scene. In the eyes of the other people in the hall, this was already considered a monstrous scene. To block a bullet with his bare hands, this was an existence he had never heard of before.    

Lee Da watched this scene in shock, and Yin Hua also watched this scene in shock. As Half Immortals, they knew how much of a threat this bullet posed to them, and now that Zhao Jinbao had calmly and leisurely completed all of this, they realised, the disparity between the two of them was just too great.    

It was only at this moment that Yin Hua finally understood why the half-immortal Lee Da was willing to be a servant of a village teenager instead of becoming the guard of a rich official.    

Because Zhao Jinbao himself was an existence that far surpassed him!    

Conservative estimation, Zhao Jinbao was definitely a Immortal Cultivator Ranked Ranker!    

Wang Leequan had kicked such an iron plate, it could be considered as having lost eight lifetimes of bad luck!    

… …    

Feeling the strong recoil coming from the tiger's mouth, Wang Ming's mind was in a mess. Everything that Zhao Jinbao had done, was too shocking, but he did not believe that it was evil, he held a spear, a spear that could kill, he did not believe that the bullet could not penetrate Zhao Jinbao's hand, he did not believe that Zhao Jinbao would be so invincible!    

Therefore, he pulled the trigger in a frenzy. A series of explosions resounded throughout the hall!    

Zhao Jinbao squinted his eyes slightly and the muscles on his left arm twisted. His fingers, which were harder than steel bars, released an extremely strong force.    

The pitch black muzzle of the gun was squeezed together due to the immense force. When Wang Ming fired the last shot, the bullet directly exploded the muzzle of the gun.    

"Are you done venting?" Zhao Jinbao sneered, looked at the dumbstruck Wang Ming, and emotionlessly asked.    

The current Wang Ming's eyes were completely lifeless. He felt that all of this was just a dream and not a real existence. He could not accept this kind of Zhao Jinbao, and even more so, could not accept this reality!    

Bang!    

Without a response from Wang Ming, Zhao Jinbao also didn't want to waste time with him and directly raised his leg to kick him in the same spot the last time.    

Since the other party wanted to kill him, Zhao Jinbao naturally could not let them off so easily. Kicking him to death was not worth it, after all, the other party was the son of county secretary.    

As for silencing him, that was even more inappropriate. Other than Wang Leequan and Wang Ming, the others were all innocent. Zhao Jinbao was not that bloodthirsty!    

Puff!    

Wang Ming, who had been sent flying, heavily crashed into the wall. After he fell, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and a piercing pain came from his chest. With the blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked exceptionally sinister.    

He wanted to stand up, but just as he moved, a crackling sound came from his chest.    

Last time, Zhao Jinbao was just warning him, but this time, it was real punishment. Zhao Jinbao's control of his strength was perfect, not big at all.