Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

When Chen Mo and Shangguan Hong arrived at the mountain gate, the torches below the mountain had already formed a long line.

Shangguan Hong was dressed in a black outfit, with her long hair tied up high.

The two stood side by side on the wall, the night wind ruffling their clothes.

The fire dragon burned all the way up the winding mountain road, and the firelight was filled with people, so many that the end could not be seen.

The sound of war drums came from the foot of the mountain, boom, boom, boom, each beat striking the heart.

The bugle sounded mournfully, and 50,000 troops formed a dark, imposing square formation at the foot of the mountain, their military flags like a forest.

The disciples guarding the mountain turned pale.

Some people's hands were trembling as they held the knife, while others were muttering to themselves.

"It's all over, it's all over."

The defense arrangements were all arranged by Ru Hua.

The arrangements were meticulously planned: which section of the wall to add people to, where to pile up rolling stones, and where to set up powerful crossbows.

The Right Protector is, after all, the Right Protector; when it comes to doing serious business, he is meticulous and thorough.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Ru Hua let out a sharp shout.

"The cult leader is here, the son-in-law is here, even if the sky falls, is it your turn to hold it up?"

The disciples were shocked.

Seeing the cult leader standing motionless on the wall, he immediately felt much more at ease.

One of the disciples was holding a large rock, his arm shaking like a leaf.

Chen Mo passed by and casually patted him on the shoulder.

"Let it go."

"what?"

"It's not needed."

The disciple stood there, holding the stone, stunned.

Not needed?

There are 50,000 people at the foot of the mountain.

The imperial army stopped at the corner a hundred feet below the mountain gate.

After turning the corner, there is a straight staircase.

To the left is a sheer cliff, and to the right is a precipice; the path is so narrow that only four or five people can walk side by side.

A soldier with a loud voice was pushed out to speak.

"Listen up, people on the mountain! You are surrounded! Lay down your weapons and surrender! The imperial court will treat prisoners of war well; not a single one will be killed!"

Chen Mo chuckled after hearing this, then turned and loudly asked the disciple beside him.

How does the imperial court usually deal with rebels?

The disciple's voice trembled.

"Exterminate...exterminate their entire family."

Chen Mo shouted down the mountain.

"Did you hear that? Your entire family will be exterminated! You say you won't kill us, so your words carry more weight than the emperor's?"

The soldier shuddered, shrank back into his ranks, and didn't dare utter another sound.

The leading grandmaster, his face ashen, raised his hand and waved.

"attack!"

Soldiers roared as they surged out from around the corner and charged up the stairs.

On the rock face, Xu Wanqing lay prone between the rocks, the Barrett's barrel remaining perfectly still.

Through the night vision scope, the figure of the leading grandmaster was so clear it was as if he were standing right in front of me.

He was waving his hand, urging the soldiers to charge.

She pulled the trigger.

boom!

A muffled thud ripped through the night sky.

The head of the leading grandmaster exploded on the spot, his body still in the waving gesture, before he fell straight down.

A martial artist senses qi.

Aura, killing intent, and the flow of true energy.

But the bullets were out of air.

It was devoid of true energy and carried no killing intent. A piece of dead iron flew over from a hundred feet away in the dark, and he couldn't react at all.

That grandmaster never knew what killed him until his death.

The deputy general next to him almost popped his eyes out.

The Grandmaster died just like that?

How did he die?

Who did it?

He looked around, but the night sky was pitch black and there was nothing there.

Su Yue emptied a magazine, and a group of soldiers in the front row fell down.

But the charge did not stop.

Driven by orders, the soldiers surged forward, stepping over the corpses of their comrades. They quickly reached the halfway point, and those at the front could already see the torches on the mountain gate.

"Qingzhu, it's your turn."

Chen Mo shouted towards Qingzhu.

"I've been waiting for this!"

She grinned.

"Young master, just you wait and see!"

Qingzhu jumped onto the stone pier, gripped the Gatling gun with both hands, and pressed the motor switch with his thumb.

The six gun barrels began to spin, their low, buzzing sound particularly eerie in the night.

The next moment, she pulled the trigger.

The flames shot out for over ten feet, and a burning fire snake swept straight down from the mountain gate.

Wherever the bullets passed, the soldiers' bodies were instantly shattered into pieces. Those in the front ranks didn't even have time to scream before they were riddled with bullets.

Those in the back row wanted to run, but the steps were too narrow, and people were packed together, one after another. The fire snake caught up and they fell down one after another.

Some soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy, but the fire snake swept over them and swallowed them all.

A dozen or so breaths.

The steps leading down from the mountain gate, hundreds of feet long, were covered with severed limbs and blood, which flowed down the stone steps and formed a dark red stream.

There wasn't a single living person.

The mountain gate was deathly silent.

The disciples guarding the mountain were completely dumbfounded.

Some people don't even feel the pain when a stone falls on their foot.

Someone shouted "Bravo!" first, and then the entire mountain gate erupted in thunderous cheers.

The disciples, whose legs were cramping just moments before, were now howling in pain, wishing they could rush down and rescue a couple of them themselves.

Once fear is torn open, all that's left is courage.

Su Yue, holding the M249, leaned closer and whispered.

"Qingzhu, save a few for me."

"Hehe, next time, next time for sure."

Qingzhu looked at the scorching hot gun barrel and grinned from ear to ear.

Ru Hua stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the sea of ​​fire below the mountain with a complicated expression, and remained silent.

Behind the corner, the soldiers were terrified and refused to move another step forward, no matter what.

The supervising officer swung his sword and killed two deserters before finally bringing the troops back under control.

The three grandmasters exchanged a glance, their true energy exploding as they erected three invisible shields of internal energy and led the charge.

The Gatling gun's fiery bolts struck the shield, sending sparks flying and deflecting all the bullets to the sides.

Chen Mo squinted.

Shangguan Hong raised her hand to make a move, but Chen Mo stopped her.

A box of hand grenades was placed in front of her.

She understood instantly, picked up a ring, pulled the tab, and flipped her wrist.

They used concealed weapon techniques.

The grenade spun out, circled the top edge of the shield, and rolled precisely to the heels of the three men.

boom!

Flames and shockwaves exploded simultaneously.

These three grandmasters had never seen this thing before and didn't take it seriously at all. They didn't even try to dodge and were blown to pieces.

They died without ever knowing what that little lump of iron was.

Before the remaining soldiers could even get their footing, Qingzhu's fire snakes had already filled the gap.

Without the shields, the remaining soldiers were instantly riddled with bullets.

After that, no one dared to move behind the corner.

At the mountain gate, Chen Mo stood with his hands behind his back and spoke loudly.

"You all saw that? Fifty thousand troops and this is all they're made of? If we hold this battle tonight, from this day forward, no one on the Tianxuan Continent will dare underestimate the Crimson Fire Sect!"

The cheers were deafening.

After a long while, the two Grandmasters and twelve other Grandmasters gathered around the corner, their faces extremely grim.

"Going back in this state is a capital offense."

"Let's give it our all."

The two men unleashed their inner energy, their robes fluttering wildly, and soared into the air from outside the mountain wall.

The twelve grandmasters followed closely behind, heading straight for the mountain gate.

"Crimson Fire Cult Leader! Prepare to die!"

The leading grandmaster arrived before he did, his voice preceding his arrival, his roar carrying his inner energy across the night sky.

The disciples guarding the mountain watched in horror as those people drew closer and closer.

"Call Ru Hua along..."

Chen Mo abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

At the mountain gate, the disciples were present, the three women were present, and the elders were present.

But Ru Hua was nowhere to be seen.

Ru Hua, who was standing at the back of the crowd just moments ago, has disappeared without a trace.

Chen Mo and Shangguan Hong's pupils suddenly contracted.