Yan Zhikong frowned slightly and greeted with a nod.
He formed a sword finger with his single hand, and as the electrical light flashed beside him, he saw the bullet embedded in the land slowly float out.
Amidst the flickering electric light, the form of a Thunder Talisman faintly appeared. The next moment, the bullet disappeared with a swoosh.
In the air, there was only a lightning trail that flashed and vanished.
The next moment, on a distant tree, someone was shot between the eyebrows and fell from the tree.
"Supreme Taiyi Savior Heavenly Master."
Yan Zhikong recited the revered title, his expression becoming calm and indifferent.
His master, when once descending the mountain, also participated in a war.
Since childhood, he educated him to be compassionate, but this compassion wasn't about being a mere naive good person.
He still remembered, his master said, when facing enemies, sending them off without pain as quickly as possible was compassion.
