How Impressive Is the Richest Man in Douluo? If You Want to See Me, Get in Line at the Door!

One of the guards held the letter and listened to Qin Feng. His mind went completely blank.

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was supposed to bring his little princess and line up in person?

If word got out, the entire Heaven Dou Empire would tremble.

"Boss... this..."

"Tell them exactly what I said. Don't change a single word." Qin Feng didn't even look up. He continued fine-tuning the AK-47 in his hands, his movements so practiced they looked like he was caressing a lover's skin.

"Yes!" The guard didn't dare ask anything else. He turned and hurried away.

Deep inside the factory, Orochimaru was observing something beside a huge glass container. A piece of nerve tissue from a Datura Snake was suspended inside. Hearing the commotion outside, he rasped, "Qin Feng, I've heard that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Martial Soul is the highest-grade auxiliary tool-type Martial Soul on the continent, capable of enhancing other people's strength and speed. From a genetic perspective, it's an extremely rare form of 'resonant gene expression.' If we could obtain samples of their genes..."

"We'll get the chance." Qin Feng tossed a fine-tuned gun into the finished-products crate, where it clinked against the metal. "And they'll be the ones coming to us."

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

The streets in the western district of Nuoding City were suddenly cleared.

A luxurious carriage, drawn by four snow-white Wind-Walking Horses, rolled slowly down the street. It was built entirely from rare golden nanmu, its windows fitted with crystal, and a badge shaped like a glazed pagoda hung from a corner of the roof.

It was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's carriage.

The carriage stopped fifty meters from the Umbrella Corporation. The curtain lifted, and a refined, gentle-looking middle-aged man stepped out. It was Ning Fengzhi. Behind him followed a delicate young girl whose face was full of impatience: Ning Rongrong.

Two seemingly ordinary old men stood on either side behind them. One was tall and thin, with a long sword of indistinct design on his back. The other had a massive frame, though he looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.

Bone Douluo, Gu Rong.

Two Titled Douluo!

"Dad, what kind of dump is this? It reeks of rust." Ning Rongrong pinched her nose and eyed the strange building wrapped in metal plates. "Why did we come here? I haven't even picked out my new jewelry yet."

"Rongrong, mind your manners." Though Ning Fengzhi scolded her, his eyes were full of affection. He straightened his robes and strode forward.

"Stop!"

Two Power Armor Guards, each over two meters tall, extended their mechanical arms and crossed them to block the way. Their cold metal limbs showed no trace of warmth in the sunlight.

"Impudent!" A terrifying aura burst from Bone Douluo Gu Rong's seemingly withered frame. The air around them instantly grew thick, as if even the light had been warped.

The blue lights on the two guards' power armor merely flickered, and the pressure was completely nullified. They remained where they were, utterly motionless.

"Hmm?" A flicker of surprise crossed Gu Rong's eyes.

He hadn't used Soul Power, but his sheer presence alone should have been enough to make any Soul Master below the Soul Emperor rank collapse to their knees. Yet these two gatekeepers hadn't reacted at all.

"Are you blind?" Seeing her people stopped, Ning Rongrong flew into a rage. "Do you know who we are? My father is the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! Get down on your knees and show us the way!"

A black loudspeaker mounted on the factory wall suddenly crackled with static.

Qin Feng's lazy voice rang out.

"Is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really so impressive?"

"If you want to see me, go line up over there."

Everyone followed the loudspeaker's indicated direction. At the factory's side entrance, seven or eight owners of small blacksmith shops and merchants stood hunched over in a nervous line.

For the first time, Ning Fengzhi's smile froze on his face.

Was he, the Sect Master of one of the Upper Three Sects, supposed to line up with these common blacksmiths?

"Outrageous!" Sword Douluo Chen Xin's long-closed eyes snapped open.

No Soul Rings. No Soul Skills.

Only an invisible intent, so sharp it seemed to cut through everything, took the shape of a sword and shot straight toward the factory gates!

Sword intent!

He would use it to force that arrogant brat inside to show himself!

The instant the sword intent left his body—

"Vmmm—!"

A panel on the factory's smooth metal wall suddenly slid open. A multi-barrel rotary turret, brimming with brutal beauty, slowly rose into view. Its barrels were pitch-black, with complex cooling fins and energy conduits connected at their bases.

It didn't fire immediately.

Instead, a red sensor beneath the turret lit up.

[Heat scan initiated...]

[High-energy reaction detected...]

[Target locked: body temperature 38.5°C, heart rate 120 beats per minute, energy fluctuation rating: extreme danger.]

A cold, emotionless synthesized voice rang out through the loudspeakers, echoing down the entire street.

Then a blinding red laser dot landed precisely between Sword Douluo Chen Xin's brows.

A killing intent a hundred times more terrifying than Bone Douluo's earlier aura instantly locked onto Sword Douluo.

It wasn't human bloodlust, nor a Soul Beast's savagery.

It was a machine's pure killing logic, existing for the sole purpose of "eliminating the target."

Every hair on Chen Xin's body stood on end.

He could sense that if he made another move, the pitch-black barrels would unleash a Metal Storm powerful enough to tear him to shreds.

He had no doubt about it.

[Warning: High-intensity hostile intent detected.]

[Three.]

The mechanical countdown sounded like a summons from the reaper.

[Two.]

The air in the street seemed to freeze. Terrified, Ning Rongrong hid behind Ning Fengzhi, not daring to make a sound.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's expression had turned grave. He stared fixedly at the turret, ready to activate his Martial Soul Avatar at any moment.

"Chen Xin!" Ning Fengzhi barked.

He knew they couldn't wait any longer!

[One.]

"We mean no harm!" Ning Fengzhi suddenly stepped forward, spread his arms in front of Sword Douluo, and shouted.

The turret's whirring stopped abruptly.

The red dot fixed between Chen Xin's brows blinked twice, then slowly went dark.

[Threat neutralized.]

[Warning: All personnel must return to the queue. Any attempt to cross the line will be considered a provocation.]

The mechanical voice rang out once more. The turret slowly retracted into the wall, and the armor panel closed again, as if nothing had happened.

But everyone on the street was soaked in cold sweat.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, the supreme sword master at the pinnacle of the continent, had just experienced the threat of death for the first time.

And the thing that had threatened him was a pile of steel he couldn't understand.

Ning Fengzhi let out a long breath, feeling as if he had just returned from the gates of hell. He turned to Chen Xin and Gu Rong, still shaken, then looked at his youngest daughter, pale with fright.

There was no anger in his eyes. Instead, an unprecedented light burned in them.

A power that could transform their sect—and perhaps even reshape the entire continent!

He straightened his slightly rumpled robes and regained his composure and refinement.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he started walking—not toward the factory gates, but toward the trembling line of blacksmiths.

He stopped and took his place at the very end.

A small merchant covered in oil turned around, saw Ning Fengzhi, and nearly collapsed to his knees. "S-Sect Master Ning?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded at him. His voice was gentle, yet carried unquestionable authority.

"Don't worry. We'll... wait in line together."