"Thousand Machine Umbrella!"
Wang Shu held the Thousand Machine Umbrella in his hand, his eyes shining brightly. A cool, pleasant sensation immediately traveled into his palm, and he could hardly bear to put it down.
"Shu'er, why did you make such a weapon? Why isn't it a hammer?" Old Dad Wang Mou asked.
"Grand Tutor, you may not know this, but your son's weapon has another secret to it."
Dwarf Master Bolun Kebi smiled. Seeing the Thousand Machine Umbrella, a weapon forged by his own hands, filled him with satisfaction.
Wang Shu pressed a small indentation on the surface of the Thousand Machine Umbrella, and its silver body completely opened.
The umbrella canopy bloomed like a blossoming flower bud. Dazzling silver radiance burst forth, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal rubbing together, drawing everyone's eyes.
The Thousand Machine Umbrella's canopy was exquisitely and delicately crafted, without the slightest flaw.
Graceful lines formed the image of Fire Cloud across its surface, along with mysterious bone patterns and ingenious support joints. Every aspect of it appeared utterly flawless.
With a thought, its internal gears turned. The opened canopy folded up and pressed against the smooth umbrella shaft.
A sharp silver spearhead suddenly emerged from the top of the Thousand Machine Umbrella. Its piercing chill could be clearly felt even from several yards away.
In an instant, the Thousand Machine Umbrella switched from an umbrella into a battle spear.
Then it transformed again, becoming something like a Western knight's sword, a hooked katana, a great halberd, and a bronze longsword.
Every transformation was breathtakingly beautiful, too dazzling to take in all at once.
"What a strange weapon. It can actually switch between so many forms." Wang Mou said.
"That's not all. The Thousand Machine Umbrella is made from that monster's fangs, so it inherited the monster's traits. It can harm gods.
"Even a divine body can be pierced through by the Thousand Machine Umbrella." Dwarf Master said.
"It can even pierce a divine body?" Wang Mou clicked his tongue in astonishment, and his eyelid twitched for no apparent reason.
Should he invite that fellow Pan Zhen over and let Wang Shu try it on him?
"However, divine bodies possess powerful self-healing abilities. The Thousand Machine Umbrella can only injure a divine body, so it still falls somewhat short of the legendary God-Slaying Weapons." Dwarf Master said.
Why were God-Slaying Weapons so famous throughout the universe? Because they contained substances capable of breaking down Super Warrior genes.
If one's genes were broken down and destroyed, even a divine body could not recover.
Not to mention ordinary Super Warriors. A single God-Slaying bullet could likely kill one.
"Thank you, Master!"
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Wang Shu returned the Thousand Machine Umbrella to its original umbrella form.
"No need for thanks. Young Master, did you notice the diamond-shaped indentation on the surface of the Thousand Machine Umbrella?" Dwarf Master asked.
"I noticed it long ago. Is it missing a component?" Wang Shu asked.
"Yes. The Thousand Machine Umbrella's material is strong enough to withstand the Lieyang Star Drive and absorb the Power of the Sun for its own use. That would undoubtedly greatly increase its power." Dwarf Master said.
A Star Drive? He doesn't have one, Wang Shu thought.
"I heard that the Grand Tutor has an excellent relationship with General Pan Zhen. The Lieyang Star Drive is in General Pan's possession." Dwarf Master said.
"To witness the birth of a God-level weapon, this Dwarf Race craftsman can die without regrets!"
Dwarf Master's expression suddenly became wistful and complicated. Then he shook his hunched body and departed.
Even when Old Dad Wang Mou urged him to stay for dinner, he refused!
"Dwarf Master is truly a good man!"
Watching Bolun Kebi's departing figure, Wang Mou suddenly realized that the master had not even mentioned compensation, and he could not help sighing.
"Old Dad, look!"
Wang Shu looked at Wang Mou with pure, wide eyes. The meaning behind them was naturally obvious.
Wang Mou's expression turned stern, and he said directly:
"Shu'er, don't worry. Old Dad will definitely get you the Lieyang Star Drive."
With Old Dad's promise, Wang Shu felt at ease.
If the Thousand Machine Umbrella were equipped with a Star Drive as well, it would undergo an immense transformation.
Why were Lieyang's gods feared throughout the universe?
Naturally, because they controlled the power of stars!
After all, who wanted to be blown up at point-blank range by a star?
For example, Di Reina with all her gene locks unlocked could casually gather an energy sphere containing the total energy of half a star, or even an entire star. She was practically a walking apocalypse!
Then there was that old schemer Pan Zhen, who never showed off.
If he were pushed too far, he could simply sit on your home star and move it away.
Then you'd be dumbfounded. Without sunlight to nourish you, enjoy the refreshing chill of an ice age!
At this moment, Cloud Firmament City, General's Mansion.
Even from far away, miserable cries could be heard from outside the gates.
Inside the courtyard.
Pan Sen stood bare-chested, tied to a tree and struggling back and forth like he was on a swing.
Pan Zhen stood beneath the tree, gripping a Tiger Skin Whip. His gaze was sharp as he lashed his own son again and again.
"Dad, stop hitting me! I know I was wrong!" Pan Sen wailed miserably, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Pan Sen frowned and said coldly:
"What are you yelling for? Is my Old Pan Family bloodline really this spineless? You can't even endure a little pain to your skin and flesh.
"Besides, you little bastard inherited my divine physique. What the hell are you hurting for?"
At those words, Pan Sen froze. After his own father pointed it out, it indeed no longer seemed to hurt that much.
Then why had he been screaming so miserably?
Pan Zhen took it all in and could not help shaking his head in deep disappointment.
They said a tiger father would not breed a dog son. How had he given birth to such a fool?
Look at the Grand Tutor's son. The difference was simply heaven and earth!
"You unfilial brat, if you had even half of Nephew Shu's worth, I would have far fewer worries.
"Look at your pathetic state, trailing behind Princess Reina all day like a lackey. What a disgrace." Pan Zhen berated him.
"Wuwu, Dad, isn't our Old Pan Family the Di Family's guard? What did I do wrong?" Pan Sen retorted.
"Guard? You know you're a guard? Then what is the most fundamental ability a guard needs?" Pan Zhen asked.
"Wherever the princess goes, I go?" Pan Sen answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Pan Zhen flew into a rage. He raised the Tiger Skin Whip and lashed Pan Sen, roaring:
"Strength! Without strength, how can you be a guard? Nephew Shu was only implanted with a God-level Gene not long ago, yet he can already rival First and Second Generation Super Warriors.
"Look at yourself. What kind of state are you in? Not good enough compared to those above, but better than those below." Pan Zhen shouted.
Pan Sen's eardrums went numb from the roar. Perhaps due to his divine body, the whip did not hurt that badly, and he still had the energy to say:
"Old Dad, I'm only nine! Becoming a Quasi-First Generation Super Soldier at nine is already impressive. You weren't even as good as me back then!"
Pan Zhen was so furious he nearly spat blood. This brat really had the nerve to say that?
Could his era compare to the universe now?
Technology was constantly advancing, and gods were constantly evolving and transforming!
How could he keep his eyes fixed on the past? How would he ever improve that way?
"Looks like I still hit you too lightly! Nephew Shu was right. Jade must be carved before it can become a useful vessel.
"Today, I will teach you the Old Pan Family rules!"
"Next, I will infuse divine power into the whip. Let's see if you can keep talking tough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, scorching energy rose from the dark Tiger Skin Whip in Pan Zhen's hand. It turned crimson, like a branding iron.
"No, Old Dad!"
Terror filled Pan Sen's eyes as his skin crawled.
"Smack!"
Pan Zhen's gaze was ruthless as the whip lashed across Pan Sen's skin, scattering sparks everywhere...
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