The moment he killed Wuji Sanren—again—Liu Xing instantly focused his senses on the gun in his left hand. If the gun absorbed his qi, Wuji Sanren would not revive. If it did not, the fight would continue. The moment the Exploding Fist bullet hit Wuji Sanren's formless shape, the gun suddenly filled with a potent qi, and Wuji Sanren was no more.

  Relief filled his heart. Liu Xing dismissed his invisibility and pulled the gun closer. The six stripes on its side seemed to solidify the fact that Wuji Sanren was truly dead. He let out a sigh, but alertness quickly returned. From the gut of the corpse Wuji Sanren had inhabited, black smoke that looked like ink floated up. Liu Xing instantly pointed his gun toward it, and the gun absorbed the darkness. The amount was substantial, creating a bubble of darkness as big as his head.

  Once the gun finished, Liu Xing’s mind turned to the mark—the creature that looked as if it were made from darkness. That black creature, which had spewed darkness into his consciousness, had been a key factor in his previous defeat. He had received one for killing elders of the Nether Lotus Sect. Knowing Wuji Sanren was also an elder, he sat down in the corner of the room. Tide Walker, having finished chomping on the meat, returned to his shoulder. Liu Xing let the shark become invisible with him and began to meditate, diving into his consciousness.

  He awoke in the white expanse of his consciousness, where his two cores orbited each other in a fond dance. Liu Xing was excited by the knowledge that soon there would be three cores in this place, making his empty consciousness more lively and making him stronger. However, he was on a mission to check for an intruder. As if the consciousness itself wanted no trespassers, his gaze was suddenly pulled to the side. Away from his two cores, against the white backdrop, he could see a tiny black spot in the distance. Liu Xing instantly moved toward it and saw a seed-like black creature floating at his eye level. It resembled a clump of thorns bundled together, with a single eye in its center. Its eye looked around curiously, and when it saw Liu Xing, it began to spew darkness, polluting his consciousness.

  The moment he saw it, Liu Xing scowled, summoned his gun in the form of a mote of light, and ordered it to vacuum the thing up. His gun obeyed, and Liu Xing prepared for the pain he would need to endure. To his surprise, the gun easily pulled the black creature from his consciousness and swallowed it whole. A slight tingling followed, but it was not painful. Perhaps this black creature had not had enough time to root itself deeply. Liu Xing pressed his lips. If only he had handled the first mark so swiftly. He shook his head, pushing away the useless regret and thinking about more important things.

  Liu Xing came out of his consciousness and opened his eyes to the real world. Wuji Sanren’s study was splattered with blood. He stood up, activated the Flowing Meditation Method, and absorbed the qi from his gun. His main core happily absorbed it all, and as he cultivated, the core neared saturation.

  Liu Xing began looting Wuji Sanren’s corpse and pulled a spatial ring from the man’s finger. He realized that its capacity far exceeded his own. Liu Xing dumped all his own treasures, put the new ring on his thumb, and placed his treasures inside it. As he did, he looked for some kind of ledger listing all of Wuji Sanren’s treasures. There was no such thing. He would need to check them manually, but that could wait.

  He had now completed all his objectives on the island except one. To massacre everyone here.

  With his body still invisible and his presence thin, Liu Xing left Wuji Sanren’s room. Outside, two disciples guarded the door. He wondered if they had not heard the commotion inside.

  The moment the door opened, they turned, expecting Wuji Sanren to emerge and give them an order. From their perspective, the door opened on its own. When it opened wide enough, their eyes focused on the room’s interior, and they widened at the sight of the mess.

  Liu Xing pointed his gun at one disciple and shot a bullet through his skull. The man crumpled instantly. Liu Xing absorbed his qi and sent it to his consciousness. The other, whether by instinct or training, whirled to bolt. Liu Xing activated his Lightning Palm technique, let the gun absorb its power, and shot him in the back. The man was paralyzed by the Lightning Palm bullet. Liu Xing hit him hard on the back of his head, not enough to shatter his skull, but strong enough to knock him out.

  The moment he crumpled, Liu Xing grabbed him and willed his invisibility to include him. Once they were both unseen, Liu Xing kicked the ground as hard as he could, crossing the hallway and arriving at the balcony. There, he turned and jumped, aiming for the top of the pyramid. He then leaped from the pyramid’s apex and soared high, the wind rushing in his ears as he braced to land on the wall circling the island. Once he landed, Liu Xing threw the man over the wall. The moment they parted, the man became visible again. He rose into the air with his eyes closed, then began to fall as gravity took hold. A moment later, he burst into flames. The man’s eyes shot open in panic, but before he could react, Liu Xing shot him in the forehead. The gun absorbed his qi. The man landed outside the wall, dead and burning, though the fire that emerged from him was not intense. Perhaps the fire was fueled by the victim’s own qi.

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  Liu Xing absorbed the qi, his main core taking it in greedily, and turned around.

  He suspected the mark, while tied to Wuji Sanren, was not actually powered by him. He suspected it was powered by some kind of formation on the island, fueled by ambient qi, spirit stones, treasures, or all three. The point was, even with Wuji Sanren dead, the mark was still in effect.

  They were utterly trapped.

  Liu Xing inhaled deeply and summoned Harmony of Two Seas, then, with a simple command, let Tide Walker know he could be free. The moment his will was conveyed, the shark parted from him and floated at his side. Its sharp teeth curved into a ferocious smile, as if Tide Walker was finally getting the reward for being a good boy.

  "What is that?"

  "Did you see someone get hurled over the wall?"

  Liu Xing glanced to the side and saw two disciples patrolling the wall looking in his general direction. Their eyes were focused on Tide Walker. He decided it was the perfect time to move.

  Activating his Lightning Cloak Technique and willing his invisibility to swallow the technique's tell-tale signs, Liu Xing kicked the ground and launched himself at the two alerted disciples. The moment he arrived, he slashed at them, severing their bodies in two, and then shot each of their heads with his gun. The gun absorbed their qi, and Liu Xing funneled it into his consciousness.

  Their deaths were swift but not soundless. He saw another disciple witness their demise. Liu Xing kicked the ground, launched himself toward the man, and shot him, killing him instantly. Once again, he sent the qi into his consciousness, where his main core greedily absorbed it. Its capacity was almost full, and he knew a breakthrough was not far off.

  From there, Liu Xing began to kill mercilessly. He employed no strategy. The moment he saw a disciple of the Nether Lotus Sect, he rushed toward him and killed him. He then absorbed his qi, searched for another target, and repeated the process. Since he was not killing them silently, a commotion began to rise. People nearby started to clump together, observing the remains of those he had just killed. Their reactions fell into three categories. Those who were confused and could not comprehend what they saw, those who were instantly alerted and brandished their weapons, and those who decided they were too weak and began to flee. Liu Xing killed them all. As his body became drenched with blood—which he willed the invisibility to include—he looked toward the main plaza and began to move toward it.

  Fights were still raging in the arena the disciples had built. Liu Xing rushed toward a fight in the centermost arena, where two people were locked in a furious dance of punches and kicks. As he moved through the air toward them, he filled the gun with Exploding Fist bullets and shot one of the fighters in the back. The moment the bullet shot toward him, the man looked behind him, his eyes wide, morphed into fury.

  "Who dares attack in the middle of my fight?!" he shouted, before gathering qi in his fist, intending to punch the bullet.

  Perhaps the man was blinded by fury, or perhaps his senses were subpar. Whatever the case, the moment his fist met the bullet, an explosion occurred. His fist was shredded, and his mangled corpse was thrown into the air while his opponent was thrown back by the shockwave. The moment the mangled corpse landed, it was as if a magic spell stupefied the hundreds of people observing the fight, as if they could not believe what they had seen.

  "What happened?" the opponent asked, before his head suddenly burst in a rain of blood.

  From there, true panic descended upon the center of the island. Hundreds of people had seen two people die in an instant. While before the commotion had sounded like a rumble in the distance, now it was akin to a volcanic eruption. People began to shout, point, brandish their weapons, and flee.

  At that time, a single disciple shouted from a balcony on the highest floor, the one connected to Wuji Sanren’s room. "Elder Wuji Sanren is dead! He is dead! Someone killed him!"

  At that moment, Liu Xing pointed his gun all around and began to spray people with Exploding Fist bullets. Those who were hit died instantly; those nearby were thrown into the air. Liu Xing did not stop. The moment his gun was reloaded, he fired again, continuously absorbing some of the qi into his consciousness.

  Some people with keen eyes pointed in his general direction and tried to attack him. But then, Tide Walker descended from the air, a condensed ball of qi swirling in his mouth, and shot it at the crowd.

  The massacre had truly begun, and soon, it would be over. After all, within this island, no one—absolutely no one—could contend with Liu Xing that hell-bent on killing every demonic cultivator he saw.

  The ground turned red, and if there had been onlookers, they would have wondered what kind of demonic cultivator could have done such a thing.

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