Jin Tuantuan played a little trick, but just when she thought she had the upper hand, a pistol suddenly appeared in Ji Wushuang's hand, and she fired a shot at the charging Jin Tuantuan.
At such close range, Jin Tuantuan had no way to dodge and could only, in the nick of time, avoid a fatal blow.
Still, the bullet hit her shoulder, and Jin Tuantuan let out a pained grunt.
"Despicable!"
Clearly, Ji Wushuang had deliberately fallen for the trick, and what was more, to Jin Tuantuan's utter disbelief, she even used a gun?
For a master of Ancient Martial Arts, using such firearms and ammunition was highly disdainful.
And this time, her operation involved only arranging snipers to kill those Elders; no one else used guns.
But Ji Wushuang looked completely unconcerned, without a trace of embarrassment or shame.
"Only idiots like you would cling to those cold weapons. What era are we in? Ever heard of keeping up with the times?"
