Judgement of Shamash: Rain of Heavenly Flowers!

Xu Rongzhi fell silent for two seconds, then issued a new command.

"Close in for melee."

The more than twenty Mechas in the air dove simultaneously.

Their weapon systems switched from ranged mode to melee mode. Sharp alloy blades for close-quarters combat sprang out from beneath their arms, while the engines' high-frequency hum changed into a low, menacing roar.

The Mecha formation charging in from all directions formed a silver-gray arc, like a net slowly drawing shut.

Mo Yuan dispelled the absorption barrier around his bracelet and instead activated the Soul Power stored earlier in the Amplification Soul Tool.

His body became several times lighter in an instant. With a slight movement of his foot, he glided more than ten meters, slipping past the edge of a Mecha's alloy blade-arm.

He moved among the Mechas. His movements did not seem particularly fast, yet he always managed to slip precisely through the gaps in the lumbering machines' operation.

He did not attack. He merely dodged and moved, occasionally reaching out to touch the joints of a passing Mecha.

Every touch was light, his fingertips brushing the armor before immediately pulling away. Yet that brief instant was enough for his Analysis authority to complete a full structural reading.

He was gathering data. The joint structure of every Mecha, the method of power output, the energy-distribution logic of the balancing system—all of it rapidly flowed into the virtual model he was constructing in his Spirit Sea.

At first, Xu Rongzhi was still able to remain composed.

He stood at the gate, watching more than twenty Mechas surround and hunt a child in the air, yet they could never truly touch even the edge of his clothes.

Mo Yuan weaved through the Mecha formation with a flexibility utterly unlike that of a Soul Elder-level Soul Master. He was more like a bird skimming across the surface of the water, every movement half a beat ahead of the Mechas.

"He won't last much longer." Xu Rongzhi spoke to the butler beside him, deliberately keeping his voice calm. "The Soul Power consumption of a high-level Soul Tool—"

He stopped halfway through.

Because he saw Mo Yuan take a step backward, land on the ground, and stop dodging.

Mo Yuan raised his head and smiled in Xu Rongzhi's direction.

The smile was faint, unlike his earlier arrogant indifference. It was more like the calm of dust settling after everything had been decided.

Xu Rongzhi instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he still forcefully suppressed his unease and said in a low voice, "What? Have you realized that you're no match for me? As long as you admit your mistake and join me, working under my command, I'll overlook your disrespect."

Unexpectedly, Mo Yuan merely gave a contemptuous smile.

"Although I don't know how a young master from a great family can be this brainless, but..."

"It's over."

Then he waved his hand.

The authority of Reconstruction unfolded at full force.

Centered on him, a ring of pale-blue ripples spread outward, sweeping over every Mecha in the air.

The ripples possessed no offensive power. They had only one purpose—to sever every "analyzed" connection point on those Mechas.

A silver Mecha suddenly came apart in midair. Its body separated along the joints, precisely splitting into more than a dozen independent components from the joint connections: wings, torso, legs, head... Every piece broke along its original seams, like a precision instrument perfectly dismantled by a master technician.

The components lost their power and fell freely, scattering across the ground. The clanging of metal rang out at the manor gate.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

More than twenty standard Mechas completed their aerial disassembly in exactly the same manner at the same time.

Their components fell like a shower of metal, crashing onto the stone path, the holly bushes, and the wrought-iron gate.

The Mecha pilots in their flight suits were flung from the wreckage of their cockpits, falling from a height of more than ten meters. Some struck the lawn and merely rolled a few times. Others were unfortunate enough to hit the stone path, letting out muffled cries of pain.

Mo Yuan stood amid the metal components scattered across the sky and ground, his hand already lowered.

He glanced at the wreckage covering the ground, then at Xu Rongzhi standing by the gate with a face that had completely changed color. In an even tone, he said, "The craftsmanship of your Mechas is pretty good. They're just not very sturdy. Have someone improve them properly in your next life."

Xu Rongzhi's lips moved, but no sound came out.

The butler behind him had already taken half a step forward instinctively, cautiously watching Mo Yuan approach.

Mo Yuan smiled. "All right, have you thought of your last words? Or—"

His sharp gaze turned toward the butler blocking Xu Rongzhi. "Do you really think this mere level-ninety-one Titled Douluo can stop me?"

The butler's eyes narrowed at those words.

Unlike the Mecha pilots, he did not display his Soul Rings or release a direct burst of Soul Power. He merely stood there quietly, his calm gaze resting on Mo Yuan.

His stance appeared relaxed, but Mo Yuan could clearly sense the flow of Soul Power around him. It was a state ready to erupt at any moment, like a string drawn taut to its limit while showing no outward sign of strain.

"Mr. Mo Yuan," the butler began. His voice was somewhat lower than Xu Rongzhi's, carrying the steady composure peculiar to someone who rarely spoke. "The means you just displayed were indeed astonishing. But those more than twenty Mechas were ultimately nothing more than machines..."

He took a step forward, the sole of his shoe making a light sound as it landed on the stone path.

"A Titled Douluo is different. I'm far more agile than you, so you're absolutely no match for me."

His tone was not aggressive. It was more like a simple statement of objective fact.

Mo Yuan looked at the butler without speaking.

During that brief silence, Xu Rongzhi's voice came from behind the butler, tearing through the subtle balance.

"Old Qin!" Xu Rongzhi's voice was completely different from before. The calmness of a businessman had vanished, replaced by a restlessness that could not settle after being humiliated. "Why are you still wasting words on him? I said—take him down! Take him down now! Hold him down for me!"

The butler glanced back at Xu Rongzhi.

He frowned slightly. After all, he had only come to protect Xu Rongzhi on the family head's orders. That did not mean he was truly Xu Rongzhi's subordinate.

But Xu Rongzhi was right about one thing. They still had to take Mo Yuan down first.

"Yes," the butler said.

He turned back to face Mo Yuan and took a step forward.

As that step landed, a dense wave of Soul Power spread from beneath his feet. Nine Soul Rings appeared around him one after another—three purple and six black.

Mo Yuan's gaze lingered on the Soul Rings for an instant.

As expected, he was merely a newly advanced Titled Douluo. He had not even had time to improve his Soul Ring configuration. He was nothing special...

Mo Yuan raised his right hand and lightly touched the pendant of the necklace at his neck.

Key of Binding: Oath of Judah

Pale golden light illuminated the surface of the pendant, brighter than ever before.

The light spread incredibly quickly, following the patterns of the air and expanding into an almost invisible force field directly in front of him. It precisely locked onto the small area occupied by the butler.

The butler's footsteps halted.

He felt his Soul Power briefly stagnate for an extremely short moment.

The sensation was strange. It did not feel like his power had been interrupted or absorbed. Rather, the flow of Soul Power within his body seemed to have been forced to press a pause button by some external force.

His mental power was suppressed at the same time. His perception range shrank sharply, and his vision blurred for roughly a fraction of a second before everything returned to normal.

But that instant was enough.

Mo Yuan had already drawn a pistol from his pocket. Its entire body was black and white, with a flame-like core embedded in it. He pointed the muzzle toward the butler, then raised it about thirty degrees until it was aimed directly at the sky.

"It's over."

Mo Yuan pulled the trigger.

A crisp gunshot split the air. A flame-like projectile flew from the muzzle, then violently burst apart less than a meter after leaving the barrel. While in flight, the projectile split itself into dozens of smaller points of light. Each point ignited into dark-red flames the instant it touched the air, then poured down from above like a meteor shower compressed into an extremely small area.

Mimetic Judgement of Shamash: Rain of Heavenly Flowers