All along, they had possessed an absolute confidence. That confidence came from civilization crushing barbarism beneath its heel; from the Empire's advanced research system crushing the outdated mechanisms of master-disciple inheritance, sectarian prejudice, and information blockades.
The Empire had expended countless resources, immeasurable manpower and material wealth, gathered the wisdom of innumerable people, and sacrificed lives beyond counting to create these things. If they were truly defeated by some ancient cultivator clutching a manual of divine arts after cultivating for a few decades, then it could only mean that the combined wisdom of everyone was inferior to that of a single person!
Thus, when mechas were born and the Royal Knights were established, it was only natural that the once-titled powerhouses would be swept into history's garbage heap.
Force—the development of Force had stagnated for far too long. Besides, mechas themselves had absorbed the mysteries of old Force cultivation. They were the old giving way to the new.
Under such circumstances, what could ancient cultivators use to resist?!
But now, a force of resistance had appeared. No, it was not even resistance—it was slaughter.
The Heavenly Martial Emperor had not even exerted himself. With merely a breath, the Force aura that came with it shattered, in an instant, the spear forged from matter as unyielding as the universe itself. Yet the Dragon Sparrow unit, because its "rigidity" was less extreme, did not collapse outright. Instead, it endlessly cracked and repaired itself. In a single instant, that process repeated hundreds and thousands of times, displaying the formidable Vitality of its metal cells!
Inside the unit, the Fifteenth Prince piloting Dragon Sparrow was also howling in agony. To increase compatibility with the unit, the pilot's nervous system had been linked with it. And to maximize their compatibility rating, that link was not