The void between the fleets ceased to be black.
Four hundred and fifty triple-barrel bombards discharged at the same time. That turned three leagues of open space into an ocean of screaming, violet-white lightning. Each bolt was a jagged spear of tightly packed solar star-fire six feet thick, crackling with execution runes engineered by the Heavenly Tribulation Court to turn to steam rogue immortals at the cellular level.
The heat streaming from the converging salvo was so intense that the starlight itself seemed to warp, the fabric of the high mesosphere shuddering beneath thirty thousand massive power loads of focused sky wrath.
Aboard the Radiant Solar Sovereign, Envoy Bai Ming leaned over the dragon rail, a feral, triumphant grin splitting his pale face.
“Die!” Bai Ming screamed into the void, his voice carrying through the ship’s astral projection horn. “Burn into cinder, you insolent mud-crawlers! Let Heaven see how a blue toad screams when the fire of the sun touches its flesh!”
Beside him, Marshal Jin Yuan kept his rigid martial stance, his axe-spear lowered. To the veteran commander, the outcome was a total exact certainty. No mortal entity—no matter how tough, no matter how many ancient dragon bloodlines it possessed—could survive forty-five thousand tons of packed execution star-fire delivered in a single timed together strike.
