Lord Tan-Lang’s ten-thousand-foot frame shook the cosmic void as he threw his head back and roared with deafening mockery.
“An audit?!” Tan-Lang barked, his voice rattling the armor plates of the flagship. “I am the Deputy Chairman of the Heavenly Plunder Bank! I write the accounting standards! I set the interest rates! Who dares to audit the master of all debt?!”
His massive black-gold executioner blade cleaved downward, trailing a curtain of screaming karmic smog.
“Every thread of power in my body has been digested for three million years!” Tan-Lang bellowed. “Their harvest is my flesh! Their wisdom is my blood! Their fire is my spirit! In the eyes of the Dao of Greed, possession is ten-tenths of the law!”
Down on the starlight ramp, Old Master Taichu did not even blink.
The ancient founder of benevolence simply dusted a speck of flour from his white sleeve.
“Possession without legitimate title is called grand larceny, junior,” Old Master Taichu said gently. “Under cosmic equity, stolen property always carries the original owner’s claim.”
Beside Taichu, the other eight liberated Sages stepped forward in unison.
