Two hundred feet above the marble porch of Dry-Well Palace, Ancestor Blood-Sword could already see the calm reflection of his own face in Pei Xuan’s teacup.
At this distance, for a Rank 6 Golden Core cultivator diving with the full weight of his solid core, it would take less than a tenth of a second to cleave a Rank 5 Foundation Establishment cultivator in half!
“Die, you arrogant brat!” Ancestor Blood-Sword howled, pouring every drop of his crimson Golden Core Qi into his notched broadsword.
Beside him, Ancestor Heaven-Lock threw out thirty rusty copper array pins, weaving a Rank 6 Soul-Shackling Cage to trap Pei Xuan’s spirit so they could torture him for the bank vault passwords after his body was cut in two.
Three miles away at the outer ring road, Ancestor Pill-Fire and Ancestor Gold-Bone also crawled out of the smashed grain silo, coughing up wheat chaff and burning their Golden Core essence to fly back into the sky and join the kill!
Down on the porch, Pei Xuan didn’t even lift his eyelids.
Inside his mind, the radiant golden interface of the Fusion Cube was already spinning like a miniature sun, holding three massive ingredients that he had prepared the moment the fourth nail was pulled out yesterday:
