Chapter 22 — You Think I'm Made of Clay? Even Twelve God-Tier Mechas Can't Stop Me!
"Hand her over!"
It was barely dawn when Jiang Chen heard the knock. After making Na'er cry last night, he half-expected this—Gu Yue must have sensed it and come for blood, Silver Dragon Spear in hand.
"What? Who are you talking about? I don't know anything!" he said quickly.
Gu Yue's eyes turned glacial. "Do not lie to me, or do not blame me when I lose patience."
"Oh? Who's threatening who here?" Jiang Chen snapped.
He wasn't a morning person. If she hadn't been someone he needed to tread carefully around, he'd have slammed the door in her face already.
A moment later, a cold metallic hum filled the air—a massive black cannon barrel materialized, aimed straight at Gu Yue's chest.
She laughed coldly. "That's it? You think this scares me?"
Then, in an instant, one cannon became twelve. A dozen thick gun barrels locked on her simultaneously, their power humming through the air.
Her smug expression faltered.
When had human technology become so… dangerous?
Jiang Chen smirked. Reincarnating as human hadn't weakened him—he had his ways.
Since the creation of the first god-tier mecha, every generation of the Huo Clan's Ultimate Douluo ancestor had crafted and wielded one. They were dual-armored specialists—users of both four-word battle armor and crimson machines of war.
Battle armor couldn't be inherited, but mechas could.
Each generation had modified and upgraded the same units, refining them endlessly.
And while no one else could ever command the full power of those divine mechas, Jiang Chen could—because he had been every one of those "ancestors."
To the Federation, the Huo Clan's Eternal Ancestor was a money pit, a "mecha-maniac" who had demanded a god-tier model for every era.
But no one dared argue when he was the one piloting them.
Forging a god-tier mecha required tens of thousands of rare resources—its hull sculpted from divine-tier metals forged through the sacred technique of Heavenly Refining, a process only an eighth-rank blacksmith could perform.
The old Body Sect had once rivaled Shrek Academy, second only to Tang San's legacy, but their obsession with crafting divinely attuned mechas had bankrupted them. The entire sect now survived on meager fishing gigs by its master, Muye.
Still, those sacrifices had paid off. Twelve heirloom god-tier mechas now stood at Jiang Chen's command—each fully synchronized, lethal, and powered by his own soul circuits.
If not for Federation restrictions, he'd have already mounted Eternal Heaven cannonry on their frames.
Gu Yue's lip twitched, but she held her ground.
Twelve god-tier mechas were indeed formidable—enough to unleash power on par with a quasi-god.
But still beneath her.
"Do you think this is enough to make me tremble?" she said coldly, chin raised like a swan's proud neck.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, rotating his wrist. His aura shifted, a terrifying presence bleeding into the air.
Fine. One-for-one it was, then. If they wanted a fight, he'd burn them both.
The faint tremor of a million-year tribulation burst forth from him.
Di Tian, standing by, went pale. Just as I thought… these two together equals disaster.
"Jiang Chen!" he interjected quickly. "Please, for my sake, don't make a scene. This concerns the entire dragon clan and the rise of the soul beasts!"
"I really don't know anything!" Jiang Chen shot back, unyielding. No way he was giving Na'er up.
He could already imagine it—Gu Yue fusing into her complete form, then showing up the next day to impale him with the Silver Dragon Spear.
No chance in hell.
Besides… losing his "toy" wasn't on the agenda.
Di Tian nearly groaned aloud. The revival of the Dragon God was at stake, yet this stubborn tiger refused to yield.
Even with the bond they'd once shared, Di Tian would've fought him for the Dragon God's cause—if not for that cursed heavenly tribulation holding him back.
Seeing Jiang Chen so obstinate, Di Tian exhaled. "Fine. At least allow us to talk."
"Inside is fine," Jiang Chen said coldly. "You can enter. She can't."
Di Tian turned to Gu Yue, soothing her with whispers. Calm down. Please. If you fight, we all lose.
Gu Yue's nails dug into her palms. She'd endured far worse in millennia of seclusion—what was another moment's patience?
One day, when she became the true Dragon God again, she'd skin this striped fool alive—turn his bones into her throne and his pelt into her battle robe.
"Go."
Her voice was colder than ice.
Di Tian hesitated, then finally obeyed, casting nervous glances back at her impassive figure standing at the villa's gate, arms folded.
"Sit," Jiang Chen said casually, sprawling across his couch.
With Gu Yue gone, his tone relaxed into its usual arrogance. Di Tian eased into a seat, tension sliding from his shoulders.
"I don't understand," Di Tian said carefully. "Why resist the Lord so much?"
"She's an idiot," Jiang Chen replied flatly. "That 'Destroy All Humans' nonsense—does she really think that's smart? Humans are the main characters of this world. The Dragon God's age is over."
He smirked. "Besides, do you think other soul beasts even want to follow her? That peace-breaking crusade? It's brainless."
The sea soul beasts worshipped the Sea God; the northern beasts revered the Ice God.
In Star Dou Forest, they served Di Tian, not their long-dormant "Queen."
Among soul beasts, loyalty belonged to the strongest fist.
Di Tian's fingers clenched. How he longed to strike this arrogant tiger—but killing him would ruin everything.
Swallowing down his anger, he said stiffly, "I'll try to persuade her not to destroy mankind."
Jiang Chen snorted. "You think you can 'persuade' her? Don't make me laugh."
If not for his unshakable loyalty to the Dragon God, Di Tian would have been just another joke in Jiang Chen's eyes.
Jiang Chen leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Fine, let's make a trade. Have you met Tang Wulin yet? The Golden Dragon King's divine core—it's sealed inside him."
Di Tian froze in shock. "How do you know that?"
Jiang Chen sneered. "Forget already? When I asked for one of your reverse scales, you nearly sliced me apart with your Dragon God Claw."
"Didn't you notice the records at the Spirit Transmission Tower? That artificial Golden Night Dragon I created—made specifically for him."
"The Golden Dragon Spear, your reverse scale—connected components."
Recognition flickered in Di Tian's eyes. Of course he remembered the incident that birthed the Golden Night Dragon.
"Poor Auspicious Beast…" he murmured, sorrow darkening his face.
When the Golden Dragon Spear reappeared, the Auspicious Beast had vanished—departed beyond his reach.
Even his immense power couldn't stop it.
No creature could oppose a God King's will.
At least, he consoled himself, Huo Yuhao had promised to resurrect her in the Divine Realm.
Her consciousness lingered within a soul bone—the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's Destiny Skull.
Revival there was possible.
Perhaps by now she walks the Divine Realm once more.
(The Destiny Skull pulsed faintly in the distance.)
"So," Di Tian said grimly, "all this… was part of that God King's plan?"
Jiang Chen nodded. "I want the Silver Dragon Spear. When the Golden Dragon bloodline inside Tang Wulin fully matures, I'll trade it to you."
"You know as well as I do—even if the Silver Dragon King devours the Golden Dragon King, she still won't reach the Dragon God's former heights."
"You can't force the Golden Dragon's bloodline. Not with their safeguards in place—those two traitors, and the God King's contingency plans."
"If you want Dragon God's blood… you'll have to cooperate with me."
Silence fell.
Di Tian's fists trembled, thoughts racing.
He hated to admit it—but the tiger had a point.
At last, he exhaled heavily.
"…Fine."
(END CHAPTER)
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