Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 142 The Land of the East Sea, Amidst Changing Winds

Xiang Shuhuai, who was humiliated and thrown out of the headquarters of the Beast Merchant Guild, looked extremely ugly. However, with his soul power sealed at this moment, he could only swallow his bitterness and bear it.
The most urgent task is to notify the hall masters and deputy hall masters of the Tang Clan!

Enraged, Xiang Shuhuai suppressed his humiliation and quickly left the territory of the Beast Merchant Guild. He knew he was powerless to resist; the seal on his soul power left him like a clawless beast, devoid of even the most basic self-defense capabilities. Even so, he had to relay the news back to Tang Sect headquarters as soon as possible, or Tang Sect would face even more irreparable losses.

He secretly vowed in his heart that no matter what, he would make the Beast Merchant Guild pay the price for what they had done today!
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In the reception hall of the Beast Chamber of Commerce branch in Tianhai City.

The dim yellow light, like a golden veil, fell and enveloped the quiet reception hall, as if time itself had frozen in this moment of tranquility.

The walls of the hall are covered with heavy brocade, with intricate patterns that subtly convey the vicissitudes of history and the weight of power.

In the center, a large round table stands quietly, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the halo of the chandelier above, exuding a cold and majestic aura.

Around him sat dozens of middle-aged or elderly people, each one dressed impeccably, with solemn expressions and an air of authority about them.

However, at this moment, they unconsciously revealed a hint of unease that was hard to conceal—their fingers tapped lightly on the table without their awareness, their gazes wandered, and their breathing was slightly sluggish, all of which were silent leaks of their nervousness.

The hall was deathly silent, as if even the air had solidified, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

Everyone held their breath, their gazes unanimously turning to the main seat opposite the entrance. There, a tall swivel chair stood with its back to them, its back like the spine of a giant beast, subtly exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

Suddenly, the swivel chair slowly turned, emitting a soft mechanical sound, like the gears of fate quietly starting in the darkness. As the back of the chair moved away, the figure in the main seat gradually became apparent—it was a ten-year-old boy.

The young man was dressed in a well-tailored white robe, its hem as white as snow and spotless, like a reclusive gentleman who had stepped out of an ancient painting. His face was youthful, his features exquisitely sculpted, yet he exuded a calmness and profundity beyond his years.

What was most chilling were his crimson-gold eyes, like the eyes of a god forged in a thousand years of raging flames. Wherever his gaze fell, it seemed to pierce through all illusions and reach the depths of the soul. His gaze swept across the crowd like a blade, and in an instant, everyone's breath caught in their throats, their eyes involuntarily lowered, unable to meet his eyes.

Chen Zhou possessed a refined and composed demeanor, yet his every gesture carried an innate air of authority, as if the rules of the world were entirely at his command. His presence was like an invisible mountain, making everyone present feel suffocated.

Those leaders who usually commanded the wind and rain and dominated the East China Sea region were now as insignificant as ants, even their breathing became cautious.

The boy's gaze was piercing, as if he could see through their deepest fears and anxieties, leaving them nowhere to hide.

"Everyone,"

Chen Zhou's voice was clear and cold, yet carried an undeniable authority: "I suppose I need not say more about today's meeting." His words were brief, yet they struck the hearts of the crowd like a heavy hammer, sending chills down their spines.

The atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly heavy, as if even the air itself had frozen into frost.

The crowd exchanged glances, but no one dared to speak first, for fear of offending this seemingly young but unfathomable boy.

Chen Zhou's gaze swept over the crowd again, a faint smile playing on his lips. That smile was like ripples on a cold pool, seemingly gentle, yet concealing a sharp edge.

He rose slowly, his steps light as the wind, yet each step seemed to resonate in the hearts of everyone present, causing them to hold their breath involuntarily. He walked to the round table, his fingertips lightly tracing the surface, producing a subtle friction sound, like the tolling of a bell of destiny echoing in their ears.

"The land of the East Sea is ever-changing,"

Chen Zhou's voice flowed like a clear spring, yet carried an irresistible force: "You are all intelligent people; you should understand what the inevitable trend is." His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the deepest fears and desires in everyone's hearts. The expressions on everyone's faces varied; some frowned, some had shifty eyes, but no one dared to utter a single word in rebuttal.

Chen Zhou's gaze swept over the crowd again, a cold glint flashing in his crimson-gold eyes. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly flicking the strings, as if plucking the strings of destiny. Instantly, the lights in the hall dimmed, and only Chen Zhou's figure became clearer in the dim light, like a god descended to earth, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

"I know that everyone probably finds the Beast Merchant Guild's actions today unexpected."

Chen Zhou smiled, his sharp gaze seemingly able to easily pierce through the hearts of these so-called mountain people, effortlessly discerning the wretched inner world hidden beneath their veneer of wealth and power.

"To put it bluntly, you might think we're arrogant, conceited, and overestimating ourselves. Right?"

As Chen Zhou finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire reception hall instantly froze, as if even the air itself had solidified under his questioning. Everyone's breathing quickened, their eyes flashing with unease and fear. They dared not look Chen Zhou directly in the eyes; those crimson-gold pupils seemed to pierce through their deepest secrets, leaving them feeling utterly exposed.

Chen Zhou strolled unhurriedly to the center of the round table, his fingertips lightly tapping the surface, producing a crisp sound that each tap felt like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts. His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable authority: "Gentlemen, the rise of the Beast Merchant Guild is an inevitable trend. You may still be immersed in past glories, believing that the Tang Clan's eternal glory can last forever. But today's facts have proven that any force that tries to stop the wheels of history will ultimately be crushed."

His gaze swept over everyone present, his crimson-gold eyes flashing with a cold light: "The Tang Clan branch in the East China Sea region is now just ruins. Do you think all of this is just a coincidence? No, it is the inevitability of history. The power of the Beast Machine Merchant Guild has long surpassed your imagination. We are not just a merchant guild; we are the leaders of the new era, the rule-makers, and the masters of the future."

Chen Zhou's voice echoed in the reception hall, each word piercing the hearts of everyone like a sharp blade. They felt a chill rise from their spines, as if they were in an ice cellar.

Every word Chen Zhou uttered reminded them that the power of the Beast Chamber of Commerce had grown so strong that it was enough to overturn the entire East China Sea region's格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure of the region), and even the entire Douluo Continent's order.

"You may still be hesitating, still watching, or even fantasizing that the Tang Clan can make a comeback."

Chen Zhou's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable resolve, "But I can tell you clearly that the era of the Tang Clan is over. From today onwards, there will only be one voice in the East China Sea region, and that is the voice of the Beast Machine Merchant Guild. Anyone who tries to stop us will be ruthlessly crushed."

His words struck like a thunderbolt, exploding in everyone's ears. They felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing under Chen Zhou's words. They knew that Chen Zhou was not threatening them, but stating an unchangeable fact.

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