Wu Changkong's icy gaze swept over the four Yellow Mechs and fifteen White Mechs surrounding them. A bone-piercing chill radiated from all over his body.
His tone was extremely cold. "I'll give you one chance to leave. Otherwise..."
"Hahaha!"
Guang Biao's arrogant laughter came from within the Purple Mech. The Soul Cannon Muzzle on its arm flickered with dangerous red light. "So what if we don't leave? You alone want to fight our entire mecha Soul Tool Troop? If you don't hand over the murderer today, no one is leaving!"
At that critical moment, the roar of engines suddenly came from afar.
"Let's see who dares touch a member of my Xie Family!" A furious shout rang out.
Dozens of Soul Chariots bearing the Xie Family crest came roaring in. The Soul Cannon Arrays atop the vehicles unfolded simultaneously, their cold muzzles gleaming with Soul Power as they locked onto the mecha group in the field.
Almost at the same time, orderly footsteps came from the streets on the other side.
President Mu Chen led the Blacksmith Association's people over. The Blacksmith Emblems on every chest gleamed beneath the sunlight, symbolizing their lofty status in Eastsea City.
Guang Biao's arrogant laughter came to an abrupt halt. Through the Purple Mech's cockpit, his expression turned extremely grim.
The sudden intervention of the Xie Family and the Blacksmith Association instantly reversed the situation.
Wu Changkong stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes fluttering gently in the breeze, seeming utterly out of place amid the grim atmosphere around him.
His gaze swept over those mechs as though he were looking at a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Do you still wish to continue?" Wu Changkong's voice was terrifyingly cold, yet it carried unquestionable authority.
"You..."
Guang Biao's Purple Mech visibly