ROOOOOOOAR—CRACK!
As Emperor Zhao Wuji’s Collapsed Neutron-Star Spear tore across the final ten yards toward Pei Xuan’s chest, the fabric of space around the spear-tip shattered like thin window glass!
Behind the spear surged the full, crushing fury of a Rank 9 Late (Late-Galactic Realm) titan—three hundred inner galaxies burning in unison, wrapped in the ancestral nine-sun bloodline flames of an empire that had ruled the Central Supercluster for a hundred thousand years!
Behind the Emperor, Grand Duke Zhao Yan and the three hundred curtain-wrapped Royal Elders leaned forward with cruel grins on their frostbitten faces, waiting to see the arrogant village mayor blasted into cosmic dust.
Yet facing that spiral-arm-shattering spear thrust, Pei Xuan didn’t dodge a single inch to the left or right.
Instead, Pei Xuan simply inhaled a deep breath of Sweet-Spring air, planted his left boot firmly on the void using the cosmic-evolved Iron-Anvil Body Art and Furnace-Blood Scripture, and took one steady, unhurried step straight into the spear’s reach!
HUMMMMMM!
Inside Pei Xuan’s dantian, fifty perfectly fused Black-Hole Recycling Galaxies spun like an unbreakable iron anvil, instantly locking the surrounding space in place!
