CRACKLE-ZAP!
Purple lightning spat from the tip of Young Master Crag-Horn’s Rank 7 Lightning Spear as he lunged straight at Old Wei’s throat!
“Die, you one-armed gate-dog!” Crag-Horn snarled, his twenty Rank 6 bodyguards drawing their own weapons behind him while the merchants in the Noodle Hall gasped in horror. “Nobody puts a piece of yellow paper on a ship belonging to the Crag-Devourer Clan! After I skewer you, I’ll burn this whole rest stop down to space dust!”
[Enemy Mini-Boss: Young Master Crag-Horn (Rank 7 Early Planetary Lord)] [Loyalty: 0/100 (Spoiled Nephew of the First Star-Lord)] [Current Thought: How dare a mortal-looking old cripple ask me for ten copper coins per handicap bay?! Once I kill him, I’m taking that fat cook back to my palace in chains!]
Old Wei didn’t even blink.
He had followed Pei Xuan from the scorching sandstorms of Dry-Well Village all the way to the stars. Fed on five years of fused elixirs, Dragon-Well water, and the Planetary Furnace-Blood Scripture, the scarred old soldier’s single right arm held the crushing blood-heat of a Rank 7 Peak Planetary Lord!
Old Wei didn’t even bother pulling his heavy black-iron broadsword out of its scabbard.
With his left sleeve pinned neatly to his chest, Old Wei raised his right hand and swung the flat iron scabbard of his broadsword upward like a village watchman swatting a stray dog!
