Five hundred yards outside Wind-Blade Station, the mile-long Immortal Gale Dreadnought hovered sideways across both the inbound and outbound golden Sword-Rail tracks.
Carved out of a single mountain of dark green Wind-Spirit Jade and bristling with three hundred bronze wind-cannons, the dreadnought was the pride of Grand Elder Feng Luan (Rank 8 Early Star Realm). Inside the Grand Elder’s dantian spun a miniature cyan wind-star, radiating a pressure so heavy that ordinary ships within ten thousand miles usually had to shut off their engines and bow in salute.
Standing on the golden figurehead of his jade dreadnought, Grand Elder Feng Luan looked down his hooked nose at the train station and laughed coldly.
“Come out, outer-sector bumpkin!” Grand Elder Feng Luan bellowed, amplifying his Star Realm voice so it rattled the loose stones outside the station perimeter. “My Immortal Gale Dreadnought weighs eight hundred million tons and is anchored by a Rank 8 Mountain-Root Wind Array! Not even three Star Realm lords pushing together can budge my hull by half an inch! Until you take those ridiculous yellow vests off my fifty patrol deacons and hand over fifty billion Spirit Stones in apology, your ugly iron train is trapped in this station forever!”
