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Lei Dong was breathing heavily. The excessive blood loss made his vision blur, and his hand holding the blowgun even began to tremble slightly.

He must kill him with one blow.

He aimed the tiny poisoned needle intently at Lu Qingshan's heart, threatening him in a hoarse voice.

"Young man... once this needle is inserted, even a god couldn't save you."

This is both a threat and the truth. He's nearing his limit.

However, Lu Qingshan did not stop.

Instead, it took large strides and moved laterally.

Lei Dong now only has this last killing move left. As long as he keeps moving, Lei Dong will not dare to blow the arrow easily.

Lu Qingshan didn't utter a single unnecessary word; his expressionless face revealed only a pair of eyes that shone terrifyingly brightly in the rain.

With each sidestep he took, Lei Dong's aiming became even more difficult.

It was this continuous movement that perfectly concealed his right hand, which was moving behind him.

"Are you fucking deaf?! I told you to stop right there!"

Lei Dong's patience and stamina were exhausted. He roared and tried to use his aura to stop the other party.

Lu Qingshan remained unmoved. His hand paused briefly at his lower back.

There, he kept his true, never-before-seen, final trump card.

"bass--"

A dull, rather muffled friction sound rang out abruptly amidst the pattering rain.

The thunderous roar abruptly stopped.

Lu Qingshan suddenly pulled out an antique double-barreled shotgun from his lower back. The barrel had been cut off, the stock had been sawed off, leaving only the core firing mechanism and two large muzzles!

More accurately, it was a homemade, double-barreled short musket designed specifically for close-quarters combat.

The gun was covered in rust and the marks of time, making it look like a piece of scrap metal that had just been dug out of the ground.

But those two dark, bowl-sized gun barrels exuded a chilling aura of death.

Lei Dong's triangular eyes widened suddenly.

He always thought that his blowgun was his last trump card, a surprise attack.

He always thought he was the cat and the other person was the mouse waiting to be poisoned.

But he never dreamed that this rat would actually have firearms!

"you……"

Lei Dong's lips trembled; the immense shock and absurdity left him almost speechless.

"Where did you get this from...?"

As a ruthless bandit who had spent half his life battling bullets, he recognized the terrifying nature of this thing at a glance.

Within three steps, this thing can blast any living thing into dust!

Fear gripped his heart instantly!

Lei Dong was completely panicked.

He knew that once the other party produced this item, there was absolutely no chance of failure.

Wait for him to aim? No way!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed all calculation and shock. Without hesitation, he brought the blowgun to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks which had collapsed due to blood loss, and was about to blow out the deadly poison needle!

He's fast.

Lu Qingshan was faster than him.

All his movements, all his pressure, were for this moment!

The moment Lei Dong raised the blowgun, Lu Qingshan's sideways movement abruptly halted, his footing as steady as a rock.

He thrust his left hand, which had been holding the musket, forward suddenly, and at the same time, his right index and middle fingers pressed the trigger without hesitation!

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar, more muffled and violent than any gunshot before, exploded outwards! It was like a thunderclap rising from the ground!

The immense recoil caused Lu Qingshan to stagger backward a step before he could barely regain his footing.

Two massive gun barrels simultaneously spewed out a raging, orange-red tongue of fire that was half a meter long!

The rain that filled the sky was instantly evaporated and torn apart in the face of this blazing fire!

Lei Dong's poison needle, which had just left his mouth, was swallowed up in mid-air by the storm of iron sand before it even had a chance to fly a foot further.

Lei Dong felt a sudden brightness before his eyes.

That orange-red flame, carrying the scent of sulfur and death, instantly filled his entire field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, he felt an indescribable and irresistible force slam into his chest.

That didn't feel like being hit by a bullet.

It was more like being hit head-on by a speeding, fully loaded timber Liberation truck!

There wasn't even time to feel the pain.

He lowered his head.

His chest was gone.

From the left collarbone to the right ribcage, a huge, irregularly shaped, bloody hole, about the thickness of a thigh, was clearly visible.

Blood, like a flood bursting its banks, gushed wildly from that enormous hole.

"Well……"

Lei Dong let out a sound that was unclear and seemed to be leaking air.

The blowgun in his hand slipped from his grasp with a "thud" and fell into the muddy water at his feet.

His triangular eyes, bulging with horror and pain, first showed confusion, then endless regret.

He shouldn't have come to these mountains.

He shouldn't have provoked this "King of Hell" who looked like just a country bumpkin.

His last thought was of his massive, heavy body, like a felled giant tree, losing all support and crashing backward.

"Thump!"

A dull, loud bang.

Lei Dong fell backward into the knee-deep mud, splashing up large amounts of mud and blood.

His limbs twitched violently a few times, like fish thrown ashore.

Those unseeing eyes stared blankly at the gray sky, as if questioning something.

Finally, his body went completely limp and he fell silent.

Lei Dong, the leader of a notorious bandit who was crossing the border, was killed.

The torrential rain continued to pour down, washing over the land stained with blood and violence.

Mud and blood mingled and pooled beneath Lei Dong, forming a dark red, viscous liquid.

Lu Qingshan stood still, motionless.

Rain washed over his young yet cold face, as well as the hideous wounds on his left arm and forehead.

He slowly raised the double-barreled musket in his hand.

The two dark gun barrels still emitted wisps of faint smoke, mixed with the smell of gunpowder.

He brought the gun to his mouth and blew on it gently.

The wisps of smoke were scattered in the cold rain.

He looked down at the already cold corpse at his feet, his eyes as calm as a bottomless ancient well.

"This is Laoyagou, Hongshi County."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like metal and stone, carrying an undeniable resolve that pierced through the sound of the pouring rain.

"Here, I am the rule."