Down on the smooth black asphalt of Exit Ramp #4, the air screamed as Star-Lord Crag-Devourer plummeted from the sky like a falling black comet.
In both giant granite hands, the twenty-foot titan gripped his forty-foot Star-Splitting Stone Club. Because it was forged from the compressed core of a dead world and soaked in eight hundred years of Rank 8 Dwarf-Star Qi, a single swing of that club weighed more than a thousand mountain ranges!
“Die, Pei Xuan!” Crag-Devourer’s roar rattled the guardrails along all eight lanes of the Moon Roundabout. Black gravity lightning coiled around the head of his stone club as he brought it whistling down toward the top of Pei Xuan’s head. “No bamboo stick! No rubber tire! Just my Rank 8 divine club against your flesh and bone! Let’s see what kind of Supreme Star-Treasure you hide in your sleeve!”
Sitting along the rubber tire bumpers a hundred yards away, a hundred million newly surrendered sailors paused with half-eaten pork buns in their hands, staring anxiously at the exit ramp.
“Watch out, Mayor Pei!” General Rock-Jaw yelled, standing up on his bench with pork juice still on his chin. “That’s the Star-Lord’s ancestral Star-Splitting Club! Last century, he used that club to crack an entire barren planet in half during a drunken brawl! Don’t block it with that little black block in your hand!”
