ROOOOOOOOAR!
Like a blazing black comet tearing through the void, Warlord Tie Kuang hurtled toward Pei Xuan at ten times the speed of sound!
Every inch of Tie Kuang’s nine-foot body was sealed inside his Rank 8 Meteoric-Iron Battle Armor—a monstrous, three-inch-thick suit of dark-star metal covered in jagged shoulder spikes and glowing blood-red runes. In his right hand, he swung his twenty-foot meteoric halberd with enough stellar force to split a small planet down the middle!
“DIE, PEI XUAN!”
Tie Kuang’s bloodshot eyes glared through his helmet visor as he brought the halberd crashing down toward Pei Xuan’s head. “Even if your wok lid could bounce back a plasma beam, my Meteoric-Iron Battle Shell is tempered with Golden-Crow Dark Fire and welded directly to my bones! No sword or fist in the mortal star sectors can leave a dent on my body!”
On the observation deck of Flagship #1, Old Wei’s hand twitched toward his broadsword, and Ye Guhan raised two fingers to unleash a sword beam.
“Nobody move,” Pei Xuan said calmly, his voice carrying across the comms channel. “Watch closely, Master Lu—we are about to test how well the White Dwarf Press handles irregular scrap metal.”
As Tie Kuang’s halberd whistled within three feet of Pei Xuan’s nose, Pei Xuan didn’t dodge or draw a weapon. Instead, his eyes flashed with the golden grid of his RTS Territory Screen, locking onto Warlord Tie Kuang’s status tooltip:
