SPLASH—WHOOSH!
With a furious eruption of Rank 8 Star-Realm Qi, Phantom-Blade Ghost King shot out of the five-hundred-gallon paint barrel and hovered thirty feet in the air above the highway bridge!
“Pei Xuan! You dare dunk a Star-Lord into a bucket of road paint?!”
Ghost King spread his arms wide in the classic, terrifying Demon-Lord Descending Posture that had made twenty-five billion people on Worlds Thirty-Six to Forty tremble for three hundred years.
“Today, I will wrap this entire hundred-thousand-mile bridge in eternal—”
Ghost King stopped mid-sentence.
Down on the bridge deck, nobody was trembling.
Instead, Tie Zhan, Old Wei, Hong Ling, Abacus Su, and all three thousand yellow-vested Shadow-Wraith Assassins were raising their hands to shield their eyes, squinting up at him as if staring straight into a giant welding torch!
