Mech Martial Dao

After spending half a year together day and night, he had already figured out Lei Zongchao's temperament.

This former "Martial God" hated it most when people treated him as a lofty Supreme Expert, bowing and scraping before him with utmost deference.

What he wanted was for everyone to forget his identity and, at most, regard him as an old soldier who had laid down his armor and returned to the fields, or an old teacher who had spent his whole life imparting knowledge and resolving doubts and could still give off a little remaining heat.

Of course, Meng Chao genuinely worried about the old man's health as well.

No one knew better than him just how frail the current "Martial God," Lei Zongchao, truly was.

Only after Meng Chao gained a deep understanding of the battles, great and small, that he had fought over the decades, as well as the injuries he had suffered, did he realize that such wounds would have been enough to crush ten God Realm Experts had they been inflicted on anyone else.

Yet Lei Zongchao knew his days were numbered. Not only did he refuse to carefully recuperate, he instead dragged along his body that was falling apart at the seams, training and working with ever greater desperation. He spared no effort in pouring all the experience, heart's blood, and strength of his life into Meng Chao, the people of Martial God Hall, and Dragon City's children.

It was as though, before the fire of his life was fully extinguished, he wished to release its final light and warmth to his heart's content, illuminating the road for more who came after.

"Meng Chao, you came back at just the right time. Take a look at this brand-new martial art I've developed!"

Lei Zongchao steadied his