CRASH!
A ten-ton table carved from black star-jade shattered into ten thousand pieces inside the Grand Blood Palace on Planet 50 (Crimson-Moon Capital).
Sitting on a throne made of giant beast skulls at the top of ninety-nine red stone steps was the third and strongest ruler of the Broken Star Belt—Blood-Moon Monarch. He was a towering man in a long crimson robe embroidered with silver moons, and the terrifying aura of a Rank 8 Mid (Star Realm) powerhouse rolled off his shoulders like a sea of boiling blood. Every time he breathed in and out, the crimson moon hanging in the sky outside the palace window pulsed with a cold, red light.
Right now, however, the dreaded Star-Lord’s face was purple with rage. In his right hand, he was crushing a jade message slip that had just arrived from the border of World 45.
“Five worlds!” Blood-Moon Monarch’s voice boomed through the hall, shaking red dust from the ceiling beams. “Worlds 41 through 45! Five whole planets, five hundred thousand elite border guards, and my best commander, Warden Iron-Whip! They didn’t even shoot a single arrow at Pei Xuan’s army! They took down my five-thousand-mile No-Escape Star Wall brick by brick and turned it into a staircase so they could line up for roasted pork buns?!”
