CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
With Senior Brother Chu Feng and his two hundred and ninety-nine yellow-vested sword disciples swinging their hammers in frantic harmony under Ye Guhan’s strict bubble-level inspection, the golden tracks of the [Light-Year Sword-Rail Express] shot forward at blinding speed. In less than two hours, the railway line had pierced straight through the outer border of the Green-Lotus Star System and reached Section 14—a wide open expanse of space directly facing the main gate of Supreme Edge World.
Suddenly, the thirty suns of the Ten-Thousand Sword Mountain Sector dimmed!
SHING—HUMMMMMM!
From the thirty sacred mountain peaks across the sect’s solar systems, twenty beams of crimson Rank 8 Solar Furnace Qi shot into the starry sky. Up on the highest peak of Supreme Edge World, First Elder Jian Wuchen, Third Elder Bai, and the other eighteen Rank 8 Sword Elders stood in a circle around an ancient blood-stained stone altar, each elder biting the tip of his tongue and spitting a mouthful of golden essence blood onto the runes!
“Awaken, Ancient Ten-Thousand Sword Array!” First Elder Jian Wuchen howled, his long white hair whipping wildly around the red [COLLATERAL ITEM #402] sticker still glued to the back of his robe. “For six thousand years, every deceased elder and patriarch of our sect has buried their lifelong natal spirit sword inside the Sword Tomb! Today, we summon all ten thousand Rank 8 Spirit Swords to slaughter this tax-collecting demon and chop his train tracks into iron filings!”
