The False God of the Human World, You Did Your Best

Old Chu really wanted Qin Sheng to stop messing around. Did he think the things surrounding them outside were weak humans?

Those were monsters, killers who did not even blink. With a pull and a tear of their hands, they could rip a human in half, skin and bones included.

Their claws were sharper than knives, capable of piercing even thin steel plates. Their bite force was stronger than a hyena's, enough to chew human bones into pulp.

After being surrounded by things like that, could a sedan really ram its way out?

This was a Maybach, not a Transformer!

How strong were Deadpools?

They could forcibly bring this car, currently racing at 140 kilometers per hour, to a stop.

Yet when he saw Qin Sheng's calm expression, Chu Tianjiao inexplicably gained confidence. He settled down, as though an injection of adrenaline had been given to him in the darkness.

That's the spirit, son!

"Fine, then I'll ram through them."

Qin Sheng gently shook his head. "I wasn't talking to you."

Huh? If he was not talking to me, then who was he talking to?

I was the one driving!

"Maybach, charge," Qin Sheng said softly.

The Maybach glowed faintly, transmitting vague, childlike emotions, as though it had gained a soul.

Using Alchemy as its foundation and spiritual authority to awaken it, an unusual, temporary Living Spirit was born from the shell of steel.

God, come on. It was time for us to clash!

Maybach, attack!

Under Chu Tianjiao's dumbfounded gaze, the car shot forward without him driving it, like an enchanted arrow.

The metal on both doors liquefied and flowed, forming long blades. At the same time, lines outlined a Maybach phantom ten times larger, enveloping the real car as it thundered forward.

Son, Transformers really did exist in