Chapter 526: I Want to Take Apart a Gundam for Fun

"Return to your mother!"

What is a notorious brat of the Three Realms? Simply put: "I'm not targeting Li Jing, this old stubborn fool—I mean, you people are all trash."

The four brothers of the Mo family clearly had ill intentions at first glance—following them? Only an idiot would follow them.

Damn it!

After cursing, Nezha took control of the Invincible War God and decisively kicked forward.

Compared to the ten-meter-tall Mo family mecha, the now roughly five-meter-tall Invincible War God looked like a small child.

But this small child was fast, strong, and suddenly explosive.

This was something the four Mo brothers never expected—this kick landed solidly on the thigh of Mo Lige's mecha.

The brat's sweeping kick!

Mo Lige was kicked off-balance by Nezha, his massive body lurching forward.

The mecha they built had already transcended mere machinery, nearly indistinguishable from a human body.

Likewise, in some aspects, they had to follow the linkages of the human body.

The off-balance Mo Lige reacted extremely quickly; as his body fell, the huge Qingyun Sword in his hand had already descended upon the Invincible War God.

This was the true Qingyun Sword—only enlarged.

The blade bore inscriptions: earth, water, fire, wind.

As Mo Lige swung the sword downward, the wind seal lit up, the sword wrapped in black wind, howling as it came, within it countless halberds and spears—touch it and one would be reduced to powder!

The Invincible War God flung the black false Qiankun Ring from its hand.

The Qiankun Ring struck the Qingyun Sword, emitting a crisp sound.

The black wind remained, yet the Qingyun Sword was shaken by this blow, flung upward—the black wind did not leave the blade, sweeping in.

For the Qingyun Sword's black wind to detach from the blade was by no means ordinary.

Back then, Mo Lige could do it; now, it cannot be said that his combat strength is necessarily weaker than before—only that many profound techniques can no longer be performed.

In this world devoid of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy, these severely wounded ones have already taken another path.

After the Qiankun Ring blocked the Qingyun Sword, it had fulfilled its historical mission and shattered on the spot.

Meanwhile, the fire-tipped spear in the Invincible War God's hand thrust directly toward Mo Lige's chest—first, make a hole, then talk.

At the critical moment, Mo Lige swept his left hand across, blocking in front; the fire-tipped spear jammed in his solid left arm, unable to advance an inch.

Nezha, however, was not angry but delighted; in the eyes hidden within the mecha, a soul-seizing light burst forth.

No matter how human-like.

After all, it's a mecha—still different from a human body; a large hole in the chest is the same as a large hole in the arm.

But the human body is different.

Even for an immortal, a severe arm injury absolutely cannot compare to a severe chest injury.

Mo Lige's reaction was not merely habit—more importantly, he was defending a vital point!

What vital point could a mecha have?

The power source, or the pilot?

Mo Lige's true self might very well be located in this position of the mecha!

The Invincible War God released the fire-tipped spear, its body violently retreating to dodge Mo Lishou's double halberds.

These halberds were quite ordinary—later-made, aside from high-frequency vibration, they had nothing particularly special.

Mo Lishou originally had a flower fox, an extraordinary beast of immense power—alas, it later died; during the collapse of the Mountain and Sea Realm, even the snakes bred by the flower fox could not survive.

His strength greatly diminished, his attacks could pose no threat to Nezha.

But Mo Lihong and Mo Lihai were different—Mo Lihong held the Hunyuan Umbrella, opened its canopy, and for a moment, heaven and earth darkened, as if night had fallen.

A slight turn of the Hunyuan Umbrella, and the retreating Invincible War God immediately lost balance, involuntarily drawn toward the umbrella.

The Hunyuan Umbrella can absorb weapons and treasures—naturally, it can also absorb other things.

If Mo Lihong wished, even a mountain could be absorbed.

The Invincible War God instantly retracted its remaining weapons, six arms extending forward, palms opening to spray high-energy flames, barely resisting the Hunyuan Umbrella.

At this moment, the sound of a pipa rang out—Mo Lihai plucked the strings, earth, water, wind, and fire converged, pressing toward the Invincible War God.

The sound was extremely moving, like the heavenly music just heard, yet carrying endless killing intent.

"Boom."

At the critical moment, Nezha let out a cold laugh.

The fire-tipped spear still embedded in Mo Lige's arm suddenly exploded, generating power that left onlookers stunned.

Within the fire-tipped spear were many pieces of obsidian.

Obsidian cannot be directly absorbed or used, but through technology, it can clearly serve as an "energy source."

The Invincible War God, this sky carrier, the golden-armored heavenly soldiers, the Mo family brothers' mecha—all their power sources are obsidian.

Tang Luo had long tested it—obsidian explodes, and with tremendous force.

Nezha nearly poured all remaining obsidian in the Invincible War God into the fire-tipped spear.

The Invincible War God's operational time had already dropped to only five minutes.

The terrifying power spread outward—Mo Lige's three brothers beside him could no longer continue dealing with the notorious brat of the Three Realms; they immediately turned to self-preservation.

Mo Lihong propped the Hunyuan Umbrella in front of himself.

Mo Lihai plucked the strings again—earth, water, fire, and wind instantly flew back, wrapping around his entire body, forming a sheet of chaos.

Poor Mo Lishou, now the weakest, had little means of self-defense—he could only reshape his arms into shields.

During the transformation, the power of the obsidian explosion had already descended.

The ten-meter-tall heavy mecha flew away like scraps of paper in a raging wind.

A thunderous roar echoed as the colossal sky carrier trembled, its altitude dropping significantly, and a massive crater appeared on the "ground."

Fortunately, it wasn't blown straight through.

Moli Shou's mecha had both arms completely destroyed, and its body had lost nearly half its mass.

Moli Hong and Moli Hai, however, remained unharmed; their treasures, the Hunyuan Umbrella and the Four-Stringed Pipa, did not disappoint.

Yet the faint glow emanating from these two treasures had vanished, and for a long time afterward, they could no longer be used effectively.

The worst off was Moli Qing, who took the blast full in the face—his mecha was utterly shattered, no longer resembling a human form.

All that could be seen was a pile of scrap iron.

The Qingyun Sword lay nearby, bearing several cracks and some damage.

Amidst the wreckage, however, there was a black cylindrical object.

The cylinder was covered in cracks, and even a slight touch felt like it would shatter.

Naturally, Nezha wouldn't let such a feeling go unanswered—he picked up a fragment and hurled it toward the cylinder.

The fragment struck the black cylinder, and sure enough, it shattered.

A pool of blood-colored unknown liquid flowed out, and within it lay a withered humanoid figure.

"You..." Moli Qing lay in the blood-colored liquid, barely lifting his head to gaze at Nezha, his skull-like face twisted with savagery and fury.

Moli Qing's appearance resembled a desiccated corpse—skin stretched taut over bone, devoid of any flesh, cheeks hollowed, skin pulled tight.

Naturally, there was not a single hair left on his head.

Half-submerged in the blood-colored liquid, his eyes glowed with an eerie, faint green light, like a demon barely clawing its way out of hell, half his body still submerged.

After leaving the cylinder and the blood-colored liquid, Moli Qing found even breathing extremely difficult.

He managed to utter a single word before falling silent, gasping heavily, his voice like a broken bellows; despite this, he seemed unable to draw in the wasteland's air, his voice growing fainter.

The surrounding golden-armored heavenly soldiers needed no words—they had already met their end.

The mighty Southern Heaven Gate had also collapsed halfway.

Moli Hong and Moli Hai surrounded Nezha's Invincible War God, motionless, wary—who knew this brat might suddenly self-destruct?

They also had no intention of sacrificing their lives for this brat.

Moli Shou then placed the dying Moli Qing into a device resembling a small escape pod—taken from his own mecha.

The blood-colored liquid filled the entire escape pod; within it, Moli Qing gradually escaped danger, his oily-green eyes glowing with venom: "Li Nezha! I will make you wish for life but not find it, wish for death but not attain it!"

After tearing off the disguise and the lofty "divine might," gods and buddhas were no different from mortals.

Especially on the brink of life and death.

"Hahaha——" Nezha's wild laughter echoed from within the Invincible War God: "You in this state—this is truly wishing for life but not finding it, wishing for death but not attaining it. If I were like you, I'd surely kill myself!"

Though Nezha had only half his body left, his condition was far better than Moli Qing's.

At least he wasn't suffering greatly, whereas Moli Qing could survive, but undoubtedly had endured immense pain.

Moreover, if Nezha hadn't misjudged, that blood-colored liquid—

In that small amount of liquid, who knew how many had died to produce it, sustaining Moli Qing's life?

Seeing Moli Shou produce another spare "escape pod," the condition of the other three Mo brothers was likely no better than Moli Qing's.

By comparison, Nezha was still relatively fortunate.

The Mountain-Sea Realm collapsed indiscriminately—life or death, injury or no injury, severity of harm—had little to do with strength.

In fact, the stronger one was, the more likely they were to suffer grave injury, after all, when the sky falls, it's the tallest who bear the brunt.

"Come out obediently." Moli Hong said to Nezha, "You'll suffer less."

They knew well that the earlier explosion had consumed vast amounts of obsidian; the Third Prince was now spent.

As for the true self still within the mecha—does it still retain great combat power?

Don't fool ghosts.

If this brat weren't half-dead like them, he'd have come out long ago to revel, not hidden somewhere, only now appearing due to some accident.

Uh, accident...

What kind of accident? For some unknown reason, it suddenly made people uneasy.

"You should be unable to move soon." Moli Hai pointed out Nezha's condition, stepping forward.

His massive fist was already raised, ready to fall at any moment.

"Killing you poses no problem." Nezha said, his six arms suddenly detaching.

The Invincible War God truly had no combat power left, but he still had one final trump card—play it, and killing these three before him would be no issue.

"Or I'll do it."

A sudden voice rang out—on the field, a white-haired man had appeared at some point.

Compared to the towering mechs around him, the man's ordinary human frame was incredibly small.

Especially since he stood beside the Qingyun Sword, which had enlarged to accommodate the mecha.

Yet when he reached out and grabbed the Qingyun Sword, a suffocating aura instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

The Qingyun Sword groaned under the strain, continuously shrinking, until it fell into the man's hand.

"I want to dismantle a Gundam and play with it."

Tang Luo held the Qingyun Sword, casually swung it once, leaving a mark in the pit, then turned to the four Mo brothers and smiled.