ROOOOOOOOAR!
High in the starry sky above Toll Booth #40, the thousand-foot-tall Blood-Moon Giant swelled until his crimson-armored shoulders were wider than an asteroid.
Inside the Blood-Moon Monarch’s chest, his Rank 8 Mid Blood-Star Core beat like a gigantic war drum, pumping waves of boiling scarlet flame through his meridians. Even after burning four hundred and sixty years of his lifespan blood at the altar and the rental meter, a Rank 8 Mid Star-Lord was still a terrifying existence—someone who had stood atop the Broken Star Belt for three millennia, crushing rebellions and drinking the lifeblood of fifty worlds.
In both giant hands, he gripped the Blood-Moon Crescent Scythe, a thousand-foot-long cursed blade forged from the spine of an ancient void-leviathan.
“Pei Xuan!” the Blood-Moon Giant’s voice shook the starry void, making the golden highway guardrails hum. “For six months, you hid behind your trains, your paper money, and your cursed potatoes! You used cheap tricks to turn my subjects into fat sheep and my fellow Star-Lords into street sweepers! Today, there are no banks and no toll booths between us—only my Rank 8 Mid cultivation against your newly hatched Rank 8 Early core!”
With a ferocious roar, the Blood-Moon Giant raised his thousand-foot crescent scythe with both hands and slashed downward toward Pei Xuan’s head!
