“Five hundred Grain-Notes a day for storage?!”
“Melt my Silver-River Sovereign Sword into melon-slicers for the night market?!”
“Weld a level bubble onto my dragon-scale hilt to scrape asphalt?!”
Every word spoken by Hong Ling and Ye Guhan struck Sword Emperor Bai Xinghe’s ears like a thunderbolt of pure humiliation.
He was the Milky Way Sword Emperor! For fifty thousand years, he had stood at the very peak of the Orion-Jade Spiral Arm! Kings, Sect Masters, and Star Lords had trembled at the mere mention of his title! He had never paid a single copper coin of tax in his entire life, much less put on a neon-yellow vest to push a wheelbarrow of cement!
“I will not wear a yellow vest!”
Bai Xinghe leaped backward off the locomotive roof into the starry void, his white robes shredding into tatters as a terrifying, unstable silver light erupted from every pore of his body.
Behind him, the projection of his Peak Rank 9 Inner Galaxy—containing ten billion spinning sword-stars—began to compress inward rapidly, turning from bright silver to an ominous, blinding blood-crimson!
