Wang Ping bought the Desert Eagle from the System Mall.
At that moment, a white coloured gun materialised in his hands. The weapon gleamed under the sunlight, its surface smooth and flawless, unlike anything seen in this cultivation world. It emitted no spiritual qi, no immortal aura, no trace of any energy that these cultivators could recognise. To their eyes, it looked like nothing more than a mortal child's toy.
Seeing the object suddenly appear in Wang Ping's hands, everyone was stunned. The item emitted no sort of qi whatsoever. It looked completely ordinary, almost laughably so.
Everyone was puzzled by it. The Sect Leader and the other elders furrowed their brows, unable to comprehend what they were looking at. They exchanged confused glances with one another. What was this strange object? Why had their master summoned it?
But they trusted Wang Ping. They knew his identity as a powerhouse of the Immortal Realm, not of the mortal realm. A being of such stature would not produce something useless. Hence, they held onto some confidence in him, even if their minds could not understand.
As for Chen Wutian, he was purely confused. He stared at the white object in Wang Ping's hands and blinked several times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
That's it? he thought to himself. Is this what they are relying on?
He could not understand how his arch enemy, the Sect Leader of the Azure Sword Sect, had fallen so low as to place his trust in mortal toys. Even when Chen Wutian was a child, he would have scoffed at the sight of such a low quality item. A mere lump of metal and wood? What could it possibly do against a half step Soul Transformation realm cultivator?
But whatever it was, he did not care at all. What he truly cared about was killing every single person present here today. The Azure Sword Sect had been his enemy for decades, and today he would finally wipe them from the face of the earth.
At that moment, seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, Wang Ping spoke.
"Sect Leader."
The Sect Leader immediately bowed, his hands clasped in front of him in a most respectful manner. "Yes, Senior," he replied, his voice filled with deference.
Wang Ping then tossed the Desert Eagle to him. The white gun spun through the air before landing perfectly in the Sect Leader's outstretched hands.
Wang Ping continued, his tone casual and indifferent, as if he were discussing something as trivial as the weather. "Take it. It is the weapon I used when I was ten years old. Yes, it should be enough for you to kill the person in front of you. This much power is sufficient for the task. Go now."
The Sect Leader caught the Desert Eagle and listened to Wang Ping's words. His mind went blank with shock.
Kill him? he thought desperately. How? This person is a half step Soul Transformation realm cultivator. And this toy... it seems even Qi Gathering realm cultivators would disdain such a thing. But now he wants me to use this to kill Chen Wutian?
Even though he did not understand, he did not dare to voice his doubts. To question an immortal was to invite death.
He must be testing me, the Sect Leader concluded. Yes, that must be the case. He will take action later. He just wants to see my courage.
Thinking this, he relaxed slightly. He gripped the Desert Eagle in his hand, though he had no idea how to properly use it. It felt strange and unfamiliar, nothing like a sword or a saber or any weapon he had ever wielded.
He looked at Chen Wutian, his eyes blazing with false bravado, and declared loudly, "Chen Wutian, your death has come today! Today, this seat is going to slay you!"
Saying this, he rushed forward through the air, his robes billowing behind him. He raised the Desert Eagle high above his head, gripping it by the barrel as if it were a knife, and prepared to bring it down upon his enemy like a bludgeon.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ping's jaw dropped. His eyes widened in utter disbelief. He watched as the Sect Leader charged at a half step Soul Transformation realm cultivator while holding a gun like a club, and he could not stop himself from cursing out loud.
"Fuck! This old man doesn't even know how to use a gun!"