“What is this?” the Fiend Emperor exclaimed, his eyes narrowing. He had never seen such a thing before in all of his years of dominating the world. It was completely unfamiliar to him.

The item in Zu An’s hands appeared to be a magic weapon, but it wasn’t deity or immortal-grade. It wasn’t even heaven-grade, and yet the Fiend Emperor sensed a chilling aura of killing intent from it that exceeded many famous treasures.

It wasn’t just him. Even Yan Xuehen and the other women’s eyes widened in surprise. They had fought together for so long, but they had never seen Zu An use the weapon.

A mysterious glint flickered in Zu An’s eyes. He slowly chanted, “Na… mo… Gat-ling bodhisattva. Six barrels empty your bullets; in one breath, three thousand six hundred rotations. Pass your mercy and sorrow onto the people of the world.”

The Fiend Emperor, Yan Xuehen, and the others were a bit confused. As there were daoist sects, there were naturally also monks. They knew what a bodhisattva was. But what...