Inside the cockpit, Jing Zhixiao’s tears streamed down like rain.
Having previously blamed himself with guilt, today piloting Xiaotian Demon Slayer, he had finally proven himself with strength!
“Awesome!”
Su Xiaomo and the others gave thumbs up!
If they were to engage in real combat with weapons, there would definitely be no problem, but when it came to operating this special big guy, they absolutely couldn’t compare to Junior Brother Jing!
Specializations have their own fields.
When it came to piloting mechas, Jing Zhixiao was absolutely unrivaled.
“Didn’t disappoint this Seat.” Jun Changxiao nodded, then his demeanor quickly changed as he roared, “Why did you slash the warship!”
A warship capable of cosmic travel was definitely worth a fortune. To have it destroyed like this was truly wasteful!
“Boom!”
Just then, another explosion sound came.
Jun Changxiao stiffly turned to look and saw Xiaotian Demon Slayer once again stopped behind a warship, the explosion’s radiance making the number ’66’ shine brilliantly.
Another… ship blown up!
Gou Sheng leaned back in his chair, clutching his chest, saying, “This really hurts!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Li Qingyang and the others, unwilling to let Junior Brother Jing perform alone, erupted with their cultivation and charged into battle.
In an instant, attributes gathered from the universe spread out like ocean waves.
The overall strength of the second-tier plane wasn’t high, and the subordinates the Demon Emperor sent to suppress it weren’t too numerous either, so they completely couldn’t threaten the Eternal Sect.
Especially.
With Xiaotian Demon Slayer present.
This mecha filled with technological aesthetic beauty was truly terrifying. Every slash not only shook space but also took away large groups of soldiers—truly killing gods when meeting gods and slaying demons when meeting demons!
“Profit!”
Jun Changxiao was thrilled beyond measure.
Initially, he hadn’t held much hope. After all, it was only twenty thousand Prestige Points. Even if it was useful, it would probably only be slightly stronger than the Dark Destroyer. But this kind of combat power that could casually slice warships in half—it was absolutely amazing!
“Already told you.”
The System said, “You won’t suffer losses or be deceived buying from the shop!”
“Die!”
Just then, a pitch-black stream of light flew out from the enemy’s main warship, emanating furious demonic qi and killing intent.
The Ninth Warship Fleet Captain!
Though his strength couldn’t compare to those Jun Changxiao had eliminated, he was still genuinely at the Celestial Secret Realm!
His target was Xiaotian Demon Slayer—after all, warships were exploding and soldiers were dying, completely due to that big guy performing alone!
“Beep beep!”
Alarm sounds rang in the cockpit.
Having just eliminated a group of soldiers, Jing Zhixiao saw on the radar screen a powerful force incoming. He immediately turned around, holding his blade horizontally, sneering, “A big fish has come out?”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The Fleet Captain waved his large hand, demonic qi seemingly transforming into cannonballs, pressing forward with the momentum of a storm of pear blossoms.
Xiaotian Demon Slayer raised its blade and swung, weaving an impenetrable blade screen before itself.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Bang bang bang!”
The demonic qi cannonballs frantically impacted, all being broken one by one.
Seeing this, Su Xiaomo held her head, saying, “This is too incredible!”
If it were her, she definitely couldn’t withstand so many cannonballs, yet they were easily neutralized by a mecha!
If someone were in the cockpit looking at the radar screen that could lock onto incoming energy, they would immediately understand—it wasn’t that Junior Brother Jing was strong, but rather… technology was strong!
Of course.
One couldn’t deny Jing Zhixiao’s skill either.
Operating Xiaotian Demon Slayer smoothly on the first try was truly somewhat monstrous.
“Xiaotian Sky-Splitting Slash!”
After neutralizing the dense demonic qi streams, Jing Zhixiao manipulated the mecha to fly forward, gripping the blade with both hands and fiercely slashing toward the void. A thick blade beam seemingly tore through space as it slashed forward.
This slash was very powerful when executed, but it didn’t contain any heavenly and earthly attributes.
The reason was simple—the mecha’s movements and bursts all relied on energy conversion and could be completely classified as force-based.
“Impossible!”
The Number Nine Fleet Captain’s eyes widened.
Without any heavenly and earthly attribute bursts, without any martial dao profound mysteries, this stone-like big guy could tear through cosmic space with pure brute force alone—this was too frightening!
Starship warships were also driven by energy sources, but they relied more on array formations. Xiaotian Demon Slayer was a genuine technological product. It was understandable that through scientific conversion, it could burst forth with power from a non-martial dao world.
Similarly.
The previously modified sniper rifles and field cannons and other firearms also had no heavenly and earthly attributes. Their operating principle was using high-martial world energy sources to drive technological products, covering many formulas within. If there’s time, I’ll list them out.
“Boom!”
The domineering blade qi swept past the Number Nine Fleet Captain’s shoulder, the bursting air pressure frightening him into cold sweats.
When one’s mental state weakens, momentum falls to a disadvantage.
In contrast, Jing Zhixiao, who had become one with Xiaotian Demon Slayer, had his blood burning. He immediately charged forward with the blade, endless blade shadows pressing down overwhelmingly!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The two sides instantly exchanged dozens of moves.
The Number Nine Fleet Captain became increasingly alarmed as the battle continued, because from start to finish, this big guy hadn’t burst forth any heavenly and earthly attributes—it was purely relying on force to battle him!
No!
Something’s fishy!
Or perhaps the opponent was deliberately toying with him and hadn’t gotten serious at all!
The Number Nine Fleet Captain panicked even more.
When experts clash, it’s about mental state and details. Any small problem could be extremely fatal. Moreover, Xiaotian Demon Slayer had precise radar that comprehensively analyzed weaknesses, so Jing Zhixiao seized the moment when the opponent panicked and directly pushed energy consumption to the extreme, dragging his blade light forward in a slash!
“Whoosh—”
Streams of light burst forth, fleeting in an instant.
“Beep beep beep!”
“Energy remaining at five percent! Energy remaining at five percent!”
Alarm sounds continuously rang in the cockpit. Jing Zhixiao removed his helmet, picked up a cigar from the side, lowered his head to light it, leaned back against the air cushion, and slowly exhaled smoke rings, saying, “Reporting to Sect Master, target has been killed.”
The camera pulled back—Xiaotian Demon Slayer stood gripping its blade in the universe, with the Number Nine Fleet Captain hovering behind it. He turned around with a dazed expression, opening his mouth with difficulty: “So… fast…”
“Splurt!”
A fine crack appeared at his brow, spreading from top to bottom throughout his entire body, then with a “bang” he exploded on the spot, completely not giving him a chance to finish his words.
Seeing this, Jun Changxiao picked up the walkie-talkie and said, “Received.”
A smile appeared on Jing Zhixiao’s face, two streams of tears unstoppably flowing out—these weren’t tears of sorrow but tears of joy after demonstrating his self-worth.
All along, whether him or other disciples, they had lived in the radiance of the core disciples.
No denying it.
The senior brothers were very excellent.
However, as a disciple of the Eternal Sect, who didn’t want more screen time, who didn’t want to use their strength to repay the Sect Master!
Jing Zhixiao had no unmentionable transactions with the author. Having so much screen time wasn’t random padding with trivial matters of nameless disciples, but rather represented the collective epitome of disciples without names.
Though we haven’t appeared, we’ve always existed.
“Today.”
“This Seat announces.”
“Jing Zhixiao is awarded the title ‘Eternal Sect’s Chief Mecha Pilot’!”
Jun Changxiao proclaimed in a resonant voice.
Leaning in the cockpit, Jing Zhixiao’s tears flowed down like fountains.
If everyone’s imagination is truly limited, you can reference the scene where Liu Piaopiao sat in the taxi crying after Yin Tianqiu said “I’ll support you.” If you add that insert song, it would feel even more appropriate.
…
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
The Eternal Sect’s high-level members and disciples killed to their hearts’ content.
One or two hours later, the battle ended and everyone began skillfully collecting the spoils of war.
Jun Changxiao always adhered to the principle of firing one shot and changing locations. After sweeping the battlefield, he led everyone away.
“Benefactor!”
“Great benefactor!”
The warriors of the rescued plane all shouted out and deeply remembered the Eternal Sect.
“Ding! Congratulations Host for saving such-and-such realm, making living beings grateful, conforming to the main quest’s domination scope, completion progress ten percent!”
“Why only give two points?”
Jun Changxiao had already successively eliminated three of the Demon Emperor’s fleets. The first gave three percent, the second also gave three percent, but this one only gave two percent—truly somewhat unacceptable.
“It should be given according to plane level.” The System speculated.
“If I save a plane comparable to Xuanyuan Realm, will it give more?” Jun Changxiao asked.
“Perhaps.”
The System worried that saying too much would lead to mistakes, so it spoke very cautiously.
Jun Changxiao said, “I still need to think more about the universe to complete the task.”
“Sect Master!”
Jing Zhixiao walked in from outside, wiping away tears that hadn’t dried, grinning brilliantly, completely without yesterday’s dejection and gloom.
“How is Xiaotian Demon Slayer’s performance?” Jun Changxiao asked.
“Too powerful!”
Jing Zhixiao said excitedly.
After experiencing the initial test drive and slaughter, he even had the thought of challenging Ye Xingchen with the mecha.
“Go.”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, saying, “Sweep the latrines.”
“Yes!”
Jing Zhixiao turned around, but then hurriedly turned back, saying, “Sect Master, this disciple still has to sweep latrines?”
“Nonsense!”
Jun Changxiao roared at him, “Out of twenty warships, you slashed five! With such huge losses, if you don’t sweep latrines to compensate, should this Seat go in your place?”
“No!”
The same scene appeared once again. Jing Zhixiao was carried away by several fellow disciples. Along the way, he howled loudly, “I absolutely won’t slash warships next time, Sect Master! Please give me one more chance!”
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