Chen Fan and the others were covered in dust and grime from the explosion.
Among them, three or four elderly men were killed.
They were martial artists, with powerful physical functions, but they were no match for artillery fire.
They couldn't hold on and met a tragic end.
Of course, many of the remaining people were also injured, and each more severely than the last.
What had just happened was completely beyond their expectations.
To be precise, they didn't even know what was happening until the moment they died!
The injured old men cried out in pain…
Completely devoid of the image of strong warriors they once possessed.
Wang Feng also lost a leg. His entire face was a mask of extreme ugliness, twisted in agony, and cold sweat poured down him in torrents.
He was bleeding profusely.
Daoist Hei Ya, this old man was quite clever, he had been lying on the ground and thus escaped disaster.
However, he was still in a dazed state, his head ringing.
Xu Shanyang and others rushed out, their guns loaded. Their faces were filled with smugness, "Haha… what martial artists? Aren't they all lying on the ground now?"
"That's right, big brother!"
"It seems martial artists aren't all that great!"
"You're right!"
"Heh heh… they all say they are strong, but it seems they're nothing special!"
"You're right!" Xu Shanyang said smugly, smiling, "Brothers, leave no martial artist here alive!"
"Kill them all!"
"Yes, big brother!"
As soon as he spoke, rifle bolts were chambered.
Their movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.
Xu Shanyang held a Desert Eagle and directly killed two old martial artists, a very direct action.
At this point, they were becoming increasingly arrogant…
Currently, Chen Fan was the only one who could stand up like a normal person.
This was because he was the highest-level martial artist present, nearing Grandmaster level.
He had used his internal energy to block the shockwave from the artillery shell, which also consumed a significant amount of his internal energy.
Chen Fan staggered to his feet, his gaze as sharp as a knife, his eyes burning with an unprecedented killing intent.
Naturally, anger was also present!
Xu Shanyang quickly noticed Chen Fan. He stopped his men from opening fire on Chen Fan.
He walked up to Chen Fan.
With an air of condescension.
"Kid, I know you!"
"You were the one who went into the cave!"
"The Fire Ganoderma should have fallen into your hands by now!"
Xu Shanyang stared at Chen Fan, a mocking smile on his face.
Chen Fan took a deep breath, steadying his mind. He was adjusting his state, as without a good condition, he wouldn't be a match for these people.
He gasped for air and said in a deep voice, "It was me!"
Hearing this, Xu Shanyang smiled, his eyes narrowing, "I knew it. Are you interested in talking?"
While saying this, he cocked his weapon, and the black muzzle was pressed against Chen Fan's temple.
The meaning was crystal clear.
The consequence of disobedience would be nothing but death.
Chen Fan was stalling for time, recovering his physical functions, and he asked, "What do you want to say, just say it directly. Why resort to such methods?"
"Heh heh… it's mainly because you were uncooperative!" Xu Shanyang snorted coldly, and then added, "In this situation, I assume the Fire Ganoderma can be produced now!"
Chen Fan nodded, "I can produce it!"
Xu Shanyang hadn't expected Chen Fan to be so agreeable, and he smiled, "Alright, if that's the case, let's cut the nonsense and hand it over directly!"
Chen Fan said, "I want to give it to you, but the situation is a bit special!"
Xu Shanyang's expression changed instantly, "What, are you f***ing playing me?"