“A... a brick?!”
High in the stratosphere, Enforcer Xue Sha stared at Pei Xuan as if the young World Emperor had lost his mind. Inside the chest of his Thousand-Foot Blood-Moon Avatar, Xue Sha burst into harsh, mocking laughter that shook the clouds for twenty miles.
“Hahaha! Did I hear you right, lower-realm ant?!” Xue Sha roared, waving all six of his hundred-foot flaming blood-swords in a deadly wheel of red fire. “I am a Half-Step Rank 8 Soul-Formation Enforcer of the Upper-Realm Blood-Moon Immortal Sect! My avatar is forged from three hundred years of refined blood-crystal and starry bone! Even a Rank 7 Peak Immortal Flying Sword can barely leave a white scratch on my chest, and you want to hit me with a masonry brick?!”
Down on the 10,000th-floor balcony of the Heaven-Pillar Tower, Old Wei, Hong Ling, Old Guo, General Tie Zhan, and Abacus Su all exchanged nostalgic smiles.
“Ah, the classic Dry-Well Brick,” Old Wei sighed happily, patting the hilt of his broadsword. “I still remember three years ago when that arrogant Rank 4 Qi-Gathering Envoy from the Crimson Cloud Sect flew over our city walls demanding ninety percent of our silver. He laughed at the Young Master’s brick too.”
