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

Chapter 161 A Second Move, Bibai Mountain
"Does Hall Master Guo have no intention of helping?"

Chen Zhou and Guo Xiaoxu stood facing each other. Unlike the few people fighting to the death not far away, Guo Xiaoxu seemed to have lost the anger she had shown not long ago. Instead, she calmly looked at Chen Zhou in front of her.

“A man of exceptional talent, with you by his side, the Tang Clan can create another legend within ten years.”

Guo Xiaoxu did not answer Chenzhou's question, but instead sighed with emotion.

From the very beginning, the Tang Clan went down the wrong path.

But there was nothing that could be done about it. Who could have imagined that an unknown force could rise to power overnight and possess strength comparable to the top forces on the entire continent?

"Master Guo is mistaken. No matter what, the Tang Clan cannot have me."

Chen Zhou shook his head, seemingly unconcerned that he, a Soul Venerable, was facing a true Title Douluo, and calmly corrected the flaws in his words.

Guo Xiaoxu smiled wryly upon hearing this, and asked with considerable confusion, "Can you tell me why you dislike the Tang Clan so much?"

Chen Zhou frowned, seemingly incredulous that Guo Xiaoxu would ask such a question, and replied, "I've heard that the Tang Clan's leader has an important mission on his plate and has been neglecting the clan's affairs for years. The deputy leader is also a complete playboy, so the entire Tang Clan is managed by Hall Master Guo."

"As the head of the entire Tang Clan, Master Guo, do you really not understand why?"

Upon hearing this, Guo Xiaoxu's expression faltered slightly, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering the deeper meaning behind Chen Zhou's words. After a while, he slowly spoke, his voice tinged with helplessness and heaviness: "Chen Zhou, I am not unaware of what you have said. The Tang Clan does indeed have many problems, but these problems cannot be solved overnight. The Tang Clan has a long history, and its internal relationships are intricate and complex; a change in one area can have far-reaching consequences. As the administrator, I can only do my best to maintain balance within limited scope and prevent greater turmoil."

Chen Zhou sneered, his gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared directly at Guo Xiaoxu: "Balance? Master Guo, your so-called balance is nothing more than letting the Tang Clan continue its decay and decline. The glory of the Tang Clan is long gone. The Tang Clan of today is nothing but an empty shell, its interior already devoured by termites. Your so-called maintenance of balance is nothing more than delaying the demise of the Tang Clan."

Guo Xiaoxu's expression changed slightly, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm: "Chen Zhou, you are young, perhaps your understanding of the Tang Clan is not deep enough. The Tang Clan does have many problems, but these problems are not insurmountable. As long as we can find the right opportunity, the Tang Clan still has a chance to regain its glory."

"Opportunity?"

Chen Zhou scoffed, his eyes full of disdain. "Master Guo, the opportunity you speak of is nothing but a self-deceiving fantasy. The corruption within the Tang Clan has penetrated to its very core. Unless it is completely dismantled and rebuilt, no so-called opportunity can change the fate of the Tang Clan."

Guo Xiaoxu frowned, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.

"With the Beast Machine Merchant Guild by your side, you will surely become a scourge to the Federation in the future."

"It seems I have no choice but to eliminate you!"

Guo Xiaoxu exhaled deeply, all the complex emotions in her eyes vanished, replaced by a fierce killing intent that swept over Chenzhou.

Despite Guo Xiaoxu's murderous intent, Chen Zhou remained calm, as if it were all within his expectations. He shook his head slightly, his tone laced with sarcasm: "Hall Master Guo, have you finally lost your patience? It seems the corruption of the Tang Clan has caused you to lose your last bit of patience."

Guo Xiaoxu did not respond. His gaze turned cold and sharp, like a drawn sword aimed directly at Chen Zhou's throat. He leaned forward slightly, his soul power surging wildly within him, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavy because of his aura.

"Chen Zhou, you are indeed a genius, but geniuses are often the most easily killed off."

Guo Xiaoxu's voice was deep and cold, carrying an undeniable authority: "Today, I will personally end your life and rid the Tang Clan of a great scourge."

Chen Zhou smiled slightly, his eyes showing no fear, but rather an indescribable confidence: "Is that so?"

"Bibai Mountain, kill him."

"As ordered!"

Without anyone noticing, Bi Baishan's figure appeared before Chen Zhou with the speed and unpredictability of the wind. As the Mech Warrior King of the Beast Clan, how could Chen Zhou only bring the Beast Clan's warriors and neglect the Motorbike Clan's warriors?

The moonlight, as white as frost, fell upon the earth, casting a desolate and bleak light upon the barren plains.

Suddenly, a figure appeared, dressed in green robes that fluttered in the wind, with long hair like a waterfall. His eyes held a fierce fighting spirit, like a sudden surge of turbulent waters or a towering mountain. In his hand, he carried a pure white crescent-shaped longsword, its blade as white as snow, gleaming with a chilling light. At the junction of the hilt and the blade, a crescent moon hung between them, as if the essence of heaven and earth had been condensed on the sword.

This man walked with a steady gait and an imposing aura. His battle energy surged like a tidal wave, materializing and sweeping across all directions. He stood silently before Chen Zhou, like a mountain blocking Guo Xiaoxu's view.

The blade was slightly raised, a cold glint flashed, and killing intent surged, as if a thousand troops were hidden beneath its edge.

Under the bright moonlight, strands of moonlight descended from the sky like silver threads, wrapping around the blade and adding to its imposing presence.

The man in blue robes had eyes as cold as stars, gazing ahead with an endless fighting spirit seemingly concentrated in his eyes.

Before the blade was even moved, the world had already lost its color, and the wind and clouds had changed drastically.

"Is this your backup plan?"

Guo Xiaoxu asked in a cold voice, her tone tinged with apprehension.

The man in blue remained silent, only slightly raising his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing straight to the heart. The long knife in his hand trembled slightly, as if a dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth.

Under the moonlight, his blue robes were as black as ink, and his long sword was as white as snow. The two complemented each other, making him appear even more powerful and invincible.

"A thousand clouds surge and churn!"

Without any warning, Guo Xiaoxu's battle armor materialized, and his long-awaited, powerful soul skill unleashed a magnificent aura. As the titled Thousand Cloud Douluo, he seemed to merge with heaven and earth, his soul power surging wildly within him, the surrounding air appearing heavy due to his imposing presence. He slowly raised his hands, his soul power condensing into clouds, each containing boundless power, seemingly poised to devour the entire wasteland.

Bi Baishan remained calm, the pure white crescent-shaped longsword in his hand slightly raised, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. His gaze, sharp as a knife, was fixed on Guo Xiaoxu, as if awaiting her attack.

"go with!"

Guo Xiaoxu let out a low shout and suddenly waved his hands. The clouds transformed into swirling mist, resembling a life-devouring tornado, rushing straight towards Bibai Mountain with a destructive force. The mist churned, as if to tear the entire wasteland apart, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

"Clay chickens and earthenware dogs."

Bi Baishan, an outlier among the motorcycle tribe like Huo Wuji, had a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes and raised his crescent-shaped longsword high.

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