San Zhi Po

Liu Di approached the metal Mechanism City, its surface reflecting a blinding glare.

Mo Jiuli stood alone atop the city wall, his long hair stirred by the breeze as he looked down over the scene like an Emperor.

His lips moved slightly. "Don't come any closer."

Liu Di looked at him from afar, his expression clearly saying two words: No way.

Liu Di stepped into firing range.

Everyone's hearts tightened.

Would the Mohist School open fire or not?

The lofty Mo Jiuli opened his mouth again in warning. "Don't come any closer."

This time, he was fully confident. Liu Di had dismantled the Mohist Mechanical City out of thin air before because of the Engraved Stone Powder.

Mo Jiuli now knew both himself and his enemy. He had thoroughly removed all the Engraved Stone Powder and even sealed it away a thousand miles from here.

That meant Liu Di could do nothing to the Mohist Mechanical City and could only endure a baptism of artillery fire.

Yet Liu Di raised his chin slightly again.

For some reason, when Mo Jiuli looked at him from afar, he felt that Liu Di's expression was somewhat unnatural, carrying an indescribable oddness.

But no matter what, Liu Di's expression still conveyed those same two words—No way.

Mo Jiuli sighed softly.

Liu Shizi had a cute side too.

Though you keep acting cute at me, underestimating my Mohist Mechanical City is where you went wrong.

He lightly touched the Mo insignia on his chest. "Weapons system, prepare."

Liu Di, meanwhile, asked Magic Child, "Have the little ones eaten their fill?"

Magic Child said, "These alloys don't seem quite to their taste, but they're almost done."

Mo Jiuli said, "Fire."

Magic Child said, "They're full."

Boom!

One of the laser cannons on the Mohist Mechanical City