Eleven stopped pulling the trigger, and at the corner of Tang Dieyi's mouth, bright red blood flowed.
Without True Qi, even a Divine Realm master has defenses no different from ordinary people.
Tang Dieyi extended her hand, which was still imbued with cold True Qi, seemingly ready to strike Eleven.
Eleven pulled the trigger again, and orange-yellow bullet casings flew out, as Tang Dieyi's chest was already blown apart.
Countless bullet holes appeared on her chest, from which blood trickled down.
Eleven's expression was icy cold, with some dirt on her face and hatred remaining in her eyes.
Tang Dieyi knelt on the ground, unable to believe that in the end, she would die at the gun's mouth.
She touched her chest, which was covered in blood.
"Eleven, you truly are the best disciple I ever trained." Tang Dieyi seemed to smile, "The killer's cold-blooded ruthlessness, you've achieved it."
