Wu Changkong's icy gaze swept over the four yellow mechas and fifteen white mechas that surrounded them, an bone-chilling coldness emanating from him.
His tone was incredibly cold: "I'm giving you one chance to leave, otherwise..."
"Hahahaha!"
Guang Biao's arrogant laughter came from within the purple mecha, and the soul-guided cannon on the mecha's arm flashed with dangerous red light. "What if we don't leave? Do you really think you can take on our entire mecha soul-guided unit by yourself? If you don't hand over the murderer today, no one is leaving!"
Just at this critical moment, the roar of an engine suddenly came from afar.
"I'd like to see who dares to touch anyone from my Xie Family!" A furious shout rang out.
Dozens of soul-guided chariots bearing the Xie Family's emblem roared over, their roof-mounted soul-guided cannon arrays simultaneously deploying. The cold muzzles glinted with spirit power, locking onto the mecha group in the field.
Almost at the same time, neat footsteps came from another street.
President Mu Chen led the Forging Master Association members forward. The Forging Master badges pinned to each person's chest shimmered in the sunlight, symbolizing their esteemed status in Eastsea City.
Guang Biao's arrogant laughter abruptly stopped. Through the purple mecha's cockpit, his expression became extremely grim.
The sudden intervention of the Xie Family and the Forging Master Association instantly reversed the situation.
Wu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes gently fluttering in the breeze, as if out of place with the surrounding murderous atmosphere.
His gaze swept over the mechas, like he was looking at a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Now, do you still wish to continue?" Wu Changkong's voice was terrifyingly cold, yet it contained an unquestionable authority.
"You..."
Guang Biao's purple mecha visibly retreated half a step, and uneasy whispers came from his subordinates in the communication channel.
At this moment, an elder walked out from the Xie Family's convoy.
"Young Master, this old servant is late."
The butler bowed respectfully to Xie Xie, his eyes full of concern.
A hint of a smile appeared on Xie Xie's Face: "Butler, you've come at just the right time."
On the other side, President Mu Chen had already walked up to Tang Wulin and patted his shoulder: "Wu Lin, I'm not too late, am I?"
Tang Wulin scratched his hair, revealing a relieved smile: "President, you came just in time."
Guang Biao's mecha emitted a harsh metallic grinding sound. He suppressed his anger and said, "Alright, since the Xie Family and the Forging Master Association are both here, I'll give you Face. I can ignore everyone else, but the murderer who killed my brother must be handed over!"
"Dream on!"
Xie Xie and Tang Wulin shouted in unison, both instinctively blocking Fang Yang, their eyes gleaming with determination.
President Mu Chen said in a deep voice, "Guang Biao, as the captain of the Eastsea Mecha Brigade, what kind of skill is it to trouble a few students?"
"Students?"
Guang Biao's mecha jolted violently, his voice filled with grief and madness, "It's these 'students' who killed my brother, Guang Long. They must pay for blood with blood!"
The scene fell silent for a moment, only the low hum of mecha engines reverberating in the air.
Mu Chen frowned, pondering how to resolve this stalemate.
"Oh? According to you, we've become the heinous villains?"
Fang Yang held Gu Yue's slender hand, his voice calm with a hint of mockery.
A cold Killing Intent flashed in Gu Yue's eyes. In her view, these so-called mecha masters were nothing but a group of ignorant ants.
The Xie Family's butler stepped forward, his voice steady and powerful: "Guang Biao, our Xie Family is fully aware of the truth. Your brother, Guang Long, has long been known for bullying men and women and committing numerous evil deeds. Yesterday, he even nearly harmed our young master."
"If it weren't for Fang Yang's timely intervention, it might have been Young Master Xie Xie lying on the ground right now."
"You!"
Guang Biao's mecha trembled violently, clearly enraged to the extreme.
Inside the mecha's cockpit, Guang Biao's eyes were bloodshot, and his fingernails dug deep into his palms.
He knew his brother's misdeeds better than anyone, but that was his only remaining family in the world.
The Guang family brothers had relied on each other since childhood.
As the elder brother, Guang Biao was exceptionally talented, but he had exhausted his Cultivation resources because of it, causing his younger brother, Guang Long, to miss the best Cultivation period.
This guilt led Guang Biao to indulge his brother in every way, and even though he knew Guang Long was a tyrant in Eastsea City, he always cleaned up his messes.
Now that his brother was tragically dead, this guilt transformed into towering rage, burning away his last shred of reason.
Guang Biao stared intently at Fang Yang, his mecha's fists clenching with a cracking sound, as if he wanted to tear Fang Yang into a million pieces.
He knew that if he didn't avenge his brother this time, he would never have another chance.
He had already offended Eastsea Academy, the Xie Family, and the Forging Master Association. After returning, he would not only lose his position as the captain of the Eastsea Mecha Brigade but might even Face imprisonment.
"Since that's the case..."
A hint of madness flashed in Guang Biao's eyes, "Then don't blame me for being merciless! At worst, I'll defect from the Sun Moon Federation and join the Holy Spirit Cult!"
The purple mecha suddenly erupted with astonishing spirit power fluctuations, all weapon Systems activating simultaneously, its muzzles pointing directly at Fang Yang!
"Watch out!"
Long Hengxu cried out in alarm.
One must know that Guang Biao was a six-ring Spirit Emperor, and with the purple mecha's amplification...
Just at this life-and-death moment, Wu Changkong raised his head, the Skyfrost Sword condensing in his hand.
He slowly uttered two words:
"Sky... Ice."
Wu Changkong's body suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and the Skyfrost Sword transformed into a stream of light, merging into his body.
His figure had already appeared in front of Fang Yang, directly blocking the purple mecha's fatal blow from Guang Biao.
Unlike his previous flowing white robes, at this moment, white light dots appeared on his body, specifically on his forehead, shoulders, chest, elbows, wrists, palms, waist, hips, knees, and soles of his feet.
These light dots rapidly extended silver thread-like rays of light, intertwining into magnificent patterns.
Wu Changkong's aura began to climb at a terrifying speed, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and tiny ice crystals condensed in the air.
The first to form was the silver pattern on his forehead, with a teardrop-shaped crystal shimmering with a light blue glow appearing in the center.
A beautifully crafted white headband then appeared, with five snowflake-like protrusions rising from the front. Metal plates hanging on either side fit between his cheeks and ears, like an extension of a cold current.
Streamlined armor spread from the neck guard, with silver patterns flowing across the white armor, gradually covering his entire body.
When the last silver pattern became clear, Wu Changkong was completely enveloped by the white armor. As silver light flowed, his eyes had completely turned into brilliant ice-blue, and the six spirit rings that originally surrounded him perfectly merged with the armor.
A greatsword, one-third longer than the Skyfrost Sword, condensed into shape in his hand.
The hilt and crossguard were pure white like snow, with a snowflake-shaped protrusion embedded at the end of the hilt, while the four-foot-long blade presented a crystal-clear ice-blue, emitting a chilling coldness that made one's heart palpitate.
Wu Changkong, clad in white battle armor, was like an ice and snow War God descending, his handsome Face appearing even more austere against the armor.
Visible cold currents swirled around him, and the temperature of the entire battlefield continued to drop.
"Sky Ice Wu Changkong, here!"
"This is... Battle Armor!"
Exclamations of surprise erupted from the surrounding crowd.
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