During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

"What kind of bullet is this?!"

The two men in suits felt a chill enter their bodies, causing them to stiffen. They quickly channeled their inner energy to vibrate their blood and dispel the chill.

Two zhang away, the dark muzzle of the gun once again burst forth with muzzle flash.

The two men, terrified, desperately lunged to either side. Bullets whizzed past their backs, causing no burning pain, only a bone-chilling cold.

Before they could even catch their breath, another gunshot rang out. The two were practicing the Twin Swords in unison. As soon as they plunged into the mud, they rolled to the sides, their muscles contracting and their inner strength working beneath their skin. Even if they were shot, they could prevent the bullet from damaging their bones or internal organs.

*Thud thud.* The bullets seemed to have eyes, striking both men's thighs simultaneously. They were instantly frozen by the cold air, their blood and qi stagnating, their internal energy dissipating, and covered with a layer of frost.

The two were terrified, regretting their impulsive actions. Thump! Thump! Their heads jolted as if struck by a heavy hammer, their wide-open pupils dilated instantly, and their bodies went limp, collapsing to the ground.

After dealing with the two men, Song Beiyou picked up his gun and walked back without even glancing at the two men lying on the ground.

The sound of clattering pearls falling on a jade plate continued endlessly. Then, Inoue Takeshiro's sharp blade flashed and entangled Su Xiaowan.

Su Xiaowan couldn't withstand the force of her opponent's knife and retreated repeatedly. The light of her knife was soft and thin, yet unpredictable, and Inoue Takenoburo couldn't do anything about it for the time being.

Song Beiyou glanced up and saw that the taciturn man, holding a steel knife, had already charged towards Inoue Zhai, who remained unmoved in the courtyard, with Shi Feng following behind with a spear. Wen Chou, however, stood motionless, watching intently.

"Willow Heart Iaijutsu, a mere trifle!" Inoue Takeshiro suddenly shouted, raising his sword and slashing down with unparalleled power.

Su Xiaowan raised her knife to block, but she was too strong and staggered backward.

"Die!" Inoue Takeshiro's eyes flashed with cold light, and with a series of swift strokes, his blade shot straight after Su Xiaowan.

Song Beiyou could not stand idly by, so he raised his hand and fired two shots, sending the spent cartridges flying.

Clang! Sparks flew, and the pursuing blade light was instantly scattered, knocked aside.

Su Xiaowan's forehead was covered in fine sweat. She let out a sigh of relief, rubbed her numb wrist, and stepped aside.

"What amazing marksmanship!" Inoue Takeshiro took two steps back, looked at the dent on the blade, and narrowed his eyes.

Song Beiyou smiled calmly: "Lord Wu Xinlang, how have you been?" After speaking, he tucked his spear into its sheath and drew his sword. The sword was half a foot long and half an inch wide at the back, its blade as black as ink and its edge as bright as frost.

"A butcher's knife?"

Inoue Takeshiro was wondering about Song Beiyou's identity when he suddenly saw the knife in Song's hand, and his pupils contracted.

Song Beiyou chuckled: "One of my brothers lost a little finger to you. Now that we've met, I'm here to settle the score with you."

Inoue Takeshiro was somewhat wary of his opponent's marksmanship, but when he saw that his opponent had taken the initiative to put away his gun and wanted to fight him with his sword, he was overjoyed. He tensed the muscles in his arms and raised his sword with force.

"Excellent, he managed to escape that day. Today, I'll kill you first, then go find him."

From a distance of ten feet, he pushed off with both feet and leaped into the air, and with a clang, the blade flashed like a bolt of lightning.

It's that trick again! Back in the teahouse, it took some effort to deal with this trick, but things are different now.

Song Beiyou grinned, his shoulders swayed, and his body moved like a swift ape, not only dodging the sweeping blade but also instantly turning to Inoue Takeshiro's side and pulling back the boning knife in his hand.

With a soft splatter, a cloud of blood rose from the side of his neck. Inoue Takeshiro, still in mid-air with shock and disbelief in his eyes, collapsed headfirst into the mud.

A drop of blood slowly slid down the frosty blade of the boning knife and landed in the overgrown weeds.

Suddenly, a loud roar erupted: "You old beast! It's a matter of national and personal vendetta! Die!"

Song Beiyou looked up in surprise.

Then, the silent man, his mouth full of blood and a wisp of green smoke rising from his body, charged headlong at Inoue-sai without regard for anything else.

A thunderbolt struck his mind—it was explosives!

"Total destruction? Ridiculous!" Inoue Sai's tall figure suddenly retreated, instantly taking a ten-foot step back. Clang! A brilliant blade of light flashed, suddenly growing more than ten feet in length, and slashed down.

The man in the murmured gourd froze as he ran forward, and blood sprayed everywhere.

Song Beiyou's pupils contracted sharply, a chill running down his spine like lightning—what was this? Blade energy?

At the same time, with a deafening roar, the muffled gourd vanished instantly, billowing smoke and dust spread rapidly, walls collapsed and houses crumbled, and limbs, blood, and rubble rained down everywhere.

With a crash, debris fell to the ground even ten feet away. Song Beiyou lowered his eyes; a small piece of his finger lay at his feet—a truly horrific sight!

"Hahaha! Death can be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Ah Xiang, your death was worthwhile!" Wen Chou laughed loudly and leaped into the dust-filled courtyard.

Whoosh! A sharp, slashing light suddenly appeared from the dust and smoke. Caught off guard, Wen Chou was struck in the chest and abdomen, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

The billowing dust was cleaved in two by the single strike, retreating to either side. A tall figure emerged from the dust, moving with seemingly slow but actually swift speed, instantly appearing before Wen Chou, drawing his sword, and slashing downwards.

"Wait, wait! Lord Inoue! I am more valuable alive than dead!" Wen Chou cried out in a panic, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The blade, poised to strike, froze. Inoue Sai snorted coldly, brushed the dust off his shoulder, and asked indifferently, "What value do you have?"

"I know a lot. Lord Inoue, please spare my life!"

Bang bang bang bang! Shi Feng struggled to his feet and fired his gun.

"Flying Goose Slash!"

Inoue Sai let out a low shout, drew his sword and swung it swiftly. The sword light was as fast as a startled swan, instantly creating several afterimages around him.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The metal clashed, swift as a sudden downpour, coming and going in a flash. The magazine was emptied in an instant.

The blade flashed and then disappeared.

The stone peak, located more than four zhang away, was also struck by the invisible blade energy, flying away and splattering blood before embedding itself in the wild grass, its fate unknown.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Song Beiyou was greatly shocked—the sword energy penetrated his body, killing without a trace!

Inoue Sai suddenly turned around, his eyes flashing like lightning, his expression changing drastically: "Wu Xinlang! You beast, how dare you hurt him!"

Song Beiyou immediately felt the beast's gaze upon him, his hair standing on end. Without turning his head, he shouted, "Run!"

At the same time, he raised both guns, and gunfire erupted. Bang bang bang bang bang, bullets rained down, tracing arcing trajectories.

"You will pay a terrible price for hurting my grandson! I want you to die slowly!" Inoue Sai suddenly leaped up, soaring three zhang into the air, dodging all the bullets.

Song Beiyou retreated hastily, fired again, the bullet leaving trails of white frost and cold air.

Inoue Saito wielded his sword with incredible speed in mid-air. In an instant, layers upon layers of light from his blades appeared, forming endless, ethereal shadows. Each strike he made seemed not to be a single blow, but rather countless swords.

With a swift, sweeping motion, he instantly shattered the surrounding chilling aura, and pounced down like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.

Song Beiyou, his feet treading on the weeds and mud, retreated rapidly, but Inoue Sō had already caught up in mid-air, his feet moving swiftly and intertwined, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Li Peng Slash!" In the same instant, he raised his sword and slashed down diagonally.

The blade light surged, unleashing a chilling blade aura that condensed into a half-zhang-long white ray.

The blade was incredibly sharp; even before it reached him, it was about to cut him in two. Song Beiyou's pupils constricted, and his whole body tensed.

In a flash, he stomped his foot, spun around like a top, and dodged to the side.

With a loud crash, a short pine tree, as thick as a bowl, was split in two, the cut smooth.

Swoosh! Despite his timely dodge, he was still struck on the shoulder by the trail of the blade's energy, and blood gushed out immediately.