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

Chapter 269 You're lying, Gu Yuena.

"Screw you!"

Hai Wuliang suddenly appeared above the phantom's head, his halberd bringing with it the weight of the entire inverted sea. This strike aimed directly at the top of Tang San's phantom's head, and the blue-gold light that the trident used to block it immediately dimmed, the God King's Dharma Form beginning to disintegrate from the head!
At the same time, Huo Wuji's blade, whipped with lightning, slashed into Tang San's waist. The unique high-frequency vibrations of the Thunder Crescent Slash shattered the divine power structure, and the blue-gold threads that held the Dharma body together broke one after another.

This resulted in the complete annihilation of even this last remaining force.

"go!"

Gu Yuena did not delay any longer. The spatial rift opened instantly, and the space on the other side was a thriving suburb of the East China Sea region.

Subsequently, the army of soul beasts retreated, and Harosa also left with his own surveillance team.

Hai Wuliang stood quietly in the sky, waiting with Huo Wuji until the very end, then chuckled and turned to leave.

As the smoke of battle cleared from Shrek City, only the faint glow of the ancient golden tree remained amidst the devastated ruins. Tang Hao, holding Ah Yin, stared grimly at the receding army of soul beasts and the figures of Hai Wuliang and Huo Wuji, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"The power of the mistress... has ultimately been shattered," Tang Hao said in a low voice, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

“Brother Hao…” Ah Yin leaned weakly against him, her fingertips gently brushing across his furrowed brows. “We are still alive, and Wu Lin is still alive. That’s enough.”

In the distance, the survivors of Shrek Academy struggled to crawl out of the ruins, the Soul Masters of the Spirit Pagoda helped each other up, and the soldiers of the Federation Legion gritted their teeth and collected the bodies of their comrades... A great battle ended in this way.

But everyone knows that the real storm has only just begun.

Headquarters of the Beast Machine Merchant Guild.

A dark purple crack opened up in front of Chen Zhou, and as the spatial rift continued to expand, a figure with long silver hair walked out.

Chen Zhou knew very well that the other side of the spatial rift was Shrek City, where a great battle had just taken place.

Her silver hair cascaded down like moonlight, and the moment Gu Yuena stumbled and fell into the headquarters of the Beast Merchant Guild, the entire space seemed to freeze.

A silver-haired, purple-eyed figure gently fell towards Chenzhou.

Chen Zhou remained seated, unmoved, as Gu Yuena collapsed to the ground with a thud after the fierce battle.

Chen Zhou waved his hand, closing the spatial rift in front of him. Then, looking at Gu Yuena lying weakly on the ground, ignoring her resentful gaze, he squatted down with interest and asked softly, "Why did you let him go?"

The metal floor reflected the soul-guided light from the ceiling. Gu Yuena's silver hair spread out like a crushed galaxy. She tried to prop herself up, but her hands, covered in fine dragon scales, were held up by an invisible force before she could touch the ground.

"Before asking that question."

She turned her head, panting, letting Chen Zhou's fingers brush away the strands of hair clinging to her cheek. "Could you help me up first?"

Chen Zhou nodded, reached out and picked up Gu Yuena, throwing her onto the sofa without any tenderness. He then sat back down in his own chair, looking down at the Silver Dragon King who was slumped on the sofa.

The setting sun shining through the soul-guided glass outside the window dyed her dragon scales blood red, and the Blue Silver Emperor Vine that had broken off at her waist was still stuck in her shoulder, with silver-blue blood constantly seeping from the wound.

Gu Yuena slowly exhaled, then explained, "The Golden Dragon King's bloodline was sealed by the God King. If I had killed him from the beginning, I wouldn't have been able to extract his bloodline with my current strength." Gu Yuena struggled to sit up, trying not to look too disheveled, and glared at Chen Zhou, seemingly still bothered by his failure to catch her earlier. Silver flames ignited at her fingertips, slowly burning away the remaining Blue Silver Emperor Vine in her wounds.

"Besides -"

She gathered her disheveled long hair, a sly glint in her purple eyes. "That brat has Tang San's divine imprint inside him. As long as the Golden Dragon King's seal remains, it will be as clear as a lighthouse in the dark."

Gu Yuena suddenly gasped, a few drops of silver blood spurting from the wound on her shoulder blade. "Tang Hao and A Yin are nothing but rats who steal the power of the plane. Moreover, with the responsibilities of the plane restraining them, they are at most at the level of a second-level god. As long as I can go to Dragon Valley and obtain that wisp of soul fragment left behind by the Dragon God, they are not worth fearing at all."

"The only way they can stop me and fight against me now is to fully activate the Golden Dragon King bloodline in Tang Wulin's body and break the seal."

"At that time, I will make my move again, extract the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King, and then I will be able to obtain the power of the Dragon God!"

Chen Zhou gazed at her silently, his deep eyes seeming to hold a bottomless abyss. His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, the rhythm like a countdown.

"Sounds reasonable."

Chen Zhou spoke calmly, his voice so deep it seemed to come from the earth, "But do you know, Silver Dragon King, there's something lying in your soul."

"What?" Gu Yuena's pupils contracted sharply.

The next second, her throat was suddenly gripped!
Chen Zhou's five fingers snapped together out of thin air, and a giant hand made of pure energy suddenly grabbed Gu Yuena's neck, lifting her up into the air!
The sofa shattered under the immense force, and her silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Gu Yuena's hands instinctively reached for the invisible hand, and the silver dragon claws tore with a piercing scream, but only tore out clusters of black cracks in the palm—signs of energy being swallowed by space.

Her face was pale from suffocation, and before the surprise in her purple dragon eyes could turn into anger, Chen Zhou's next words plunged her into despair.

"You say you want to extract the Golden Dragon King's bloodline? Then—"

Chen Zhou leaned forward slightly, casting a shadow over her face. "Why does your mental energy fluctuate like waves in a storm every time Tang Wulin is mentioned?"

"—You're lying, Gu Yuena."

Rewind to the previous second, just as Gu Yuena finished speaking—

Gu Yuena's fingers curled involuntarily for a moment. Although the stiffness lasted only 0.1 seconds, Chen Zhou's mental power perfectly captured the emotional fluctuation deep within her soul.

—Anger, humiliation, struggle. And a trace so faint that she herself might not even be aware of it.
Attachment.

"I wasn't lying! Cough cough."

Gu Yuena's struggles were in vain; her toes could no longer even touch the ground, while Chen Zhou's energy confinement was like the iron chains on a gallows, tightening more and more.

The Silver Dragon King's pupils suddenly dilated into eerie vertical slits, and her once noble purple irises began to flow with a liquid, metallic silver. A roar, unlike anything inhuman, escaped from deep within her throat, and her carotid artery throbbed beneath her skin like a raging python. As Chen Zhou's mental pressure intensified, the fragments of memory hidden deep within Gu Yuena's soul finally broke free from their seal—

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