Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

"shooting."

While Asuya Akechi was giving orders to the team leaders of the remaining Kanto branches, Genichirō Ryoma also issued his own orders to the soldiers.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire and the sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard mixed together, forming a beautiful ensemble music for the grand opening that followed.

More than half of the team leaders of the Kanto branch died in the first round of shooting. Countless bullets with huge kinetic energy pierced through their bodies. In the face of guns that could kill all organic life forms, their bloodline could only allow them to survive for a moment longer before death.

"go to hell."

Kotetsu suddenly leaped into the air to avoid the first wave of shooting from the soldiers, then drew out his serrated hook knife and fell towards the soldiers like a boulder.

Ryoma Genichirō quickly grabbed an assault rifle from his side, opened the safety on the gun in 0.5 seconds, and aimed the gun at Kotetsu who was falling from the air.

As the head of a family specializing in military industry, Ryoma Genichirō's military proficiency is unquestionable. Coupled with his extremely high bloodline, he can easily become the top soldier in the army.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three shots were fired rapidly, flying towards Kotetsu's heart and head which were still in the air.

While falling from the air, Kotetsu was still immersed in the fantasy of slaughtering this group of soldiers. As long as he jumped into the group of soldiers, the rest of the soldiers would not dare to attack at will because they would be afraid of hurting themselves.

And he was not restricted by those soldiers, so he only needed one minute and he was guaranteed to kill all the soldiers within his range.

He suddenly felt a violent impact on his body. A warm liquid flowed out from his temple, and he felt the same feeling in his heart.

And he felt his consciousness slowly becoming blurred.

At this moment, three gunshots from the gun in Ryoma Genichirō's hand finally reached his ears, and he suddenly understood.

It turned out that he was shot while in the air.

Kotetsu felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and his body's strength was rapidly diminishing.

"emission."

The soldiers below, under the command of higher-ranking soldiers, began to turn their guns. The muzzles of countless guns were pointed at Kotetsu who was falling helplessly. Orange-yellow sparks kept emerging from the muzzles of the guns, and countless bullets were shot into Kotetsu's body.

Asuya Akechi did not mourn for his teammates. This was not his mission, nor was it his character. All he had eyes for now were Ryoma Genichirō holding an assault rifle in front of him and Sakurai Nanami behind him.

As long as these two highest-ranking family heads were killed, the remaining soldiers would be leaderless. Even if he was the only one left at that time, he would be able to kill all these soldiers without command.

With just one strike of the sword, with his close combat strength, he could kill the long-time high-ranking patriarch in front of him.

"boom!"

Akechi Asuya's sword was blocked by a black sword that suddenly appeared, and an old man stood in front of the head of the Ryoma family who was completely unprepared at the moment.

The blades began to rub against each other under the tremendous force of both sides, orange-red sparks splashed out from the friction point, and a hissing sound was made when metal collided.

"Master Feng Mo."

A name came out of Akechi Asuya's mouth, his expression becoming more solemn as the blades collided.

He did not have any awe for the other family heads. These so-called supreme family heads of the eight Sheqi families were nothing more than the corrupt products of the old era. In the tide of the new era, there was no soil suitable for them to continue to grow.

But this does not mean that he disdains all the family heads. He is a madman, but not a fool. The strength of three of the eight family heads in Sheqi has been recognized by him.

The first is the head of the Minamoto family, who is also the young master, Minamoto Chisei, who has the blood of the emperor and is very powerful. The second is the head of the Inuyama family, Inuyama He, who possesses the Word Spirit Setsuna and was once called the Sword Saint by the clan. The third is the head of the Fuma family, Fuma Kotaro, who is weaker than the first two heads of the family, but has extremely rich combat experience.

Fuma Kotaro did not speak to Akechi Asuya. The dragon blood in his seemingly old body was boiling wildly and continuously sending power to the muscles throughout his body, allowing the sword in his hand to press towards Akechi Asuya step by step.

"Do you think you are strong, you rotten old man?"

At this point in time, Akechi Asuya no longer had any reason to hide himself. Since the betrayal of the Kanto branch had been discovered by these family heads, he no longer needed to maintain the respect he had deliberately pretended to have.

"The world today is no longer your world. It is the world of us, the stronger and younger hybrids."

"Old products like you will only fall to our swords, allowing us to become more powerful."

All the muscles in Akechi Asuya's body were twitching, and the surging dragon blood was flowing rapidly in his veins, providing this younger and stronger body with an inexhaustible supply of power.

The direction of the blade's deviation began to change. The power of the younger and more powerful Akechi Asuya overwhelmed the old Fuma Kotaro, and his long sword slowly deviated towards Fuma Kotaro's direction.

The difference in strength between them was now clear, and if the young Akechi Asuya was given a little more time, he would be able to put the blade against Fuma Kotaro's neck and draw out the old dragon's blood.

"Has the younger generation grown to this point? It turns out that we, the family heads, are still getting old."

Although he was suppressed by Akechi Asuya and could foresee his own defeat from the current situation, Fuma Kotaro was not anxious. Instead, he said with a sigh that their era was finally over.

"The world from now on should be the era of you young people. If you don't betray your family, it will be your era."

An inexplicable power suddenly burst out from Fuma Kotaro's old skin, and blue blood vessels appeared on the surface of his muscles the next moment, showing that he had already pushed the strength in his body to the extreme.

However, despite this, Fuma Kotaro's old body was no match for the young Akechi Asuya, and could only hold out for a longer period of time.

But at this moment, there was an incomparable golden glow in Fuma Kotaro's eyes. The golden pupils once again showed his sharpness in this old body. This was not the sharpness of a strong man, but the sharpness of a man with wisdom that could see through everything after experiencing many long years.

"Do you think you can fight me with your passion, old man? Fantasy is not your power anymore."

Before Akechi Asuya could finish his words, he suddenly felt a pain like a needle prick in his consciousness, and he knew very well what this pain meant.

This was his body warning him, just like the spider's spider reaction, when it is about to be in danger, it will frantically warn the owner of the body so that he can avoid the danger.

The source of danger at this moment was Ryoma Genichirō, who was blocked behind Fuma Kotaro. He walked to the side at this moment, and aimed the muzzle of the assault rifle in his hand at close range at Akechi Asuya who was in a stalemate with the head of the Fuma family.

"Farewell, traitor of the Sheqi clan. I will cast your body into a concrete pillar and throw it into the bottomless trench."