Standing in the middle of Willow-Breeze Lane in his bright red peony-print silk underpants. Guild Master Xue looked down at the forty-eight thousand one-inch iron cubes covering his bare toes and felt his scalp go completely numb.
He was a Half-Step Rank 4 slaughter-cultivator! He had spent thirty years tempering his forty-pound Blood-Cleaver in underground vats of corrosive poison—and yet a ten-year-old child in reading glasses had just sliced his beloved blade, his chainmail. His outer trousers into uniform one-inch squares with three swings of a bamboo school ruler!
“M-Monsters! This whole courtyard is a nest of Rank 4 monsters in disguise!!”
Clutching the elastic waistband of his floral underpants with both trembling hands, Guild Master Xue didn’t dare stay another half-second. Turning on his bare heel, he shoved two of his underpants-clad executioners out of the way and bolted toward the end of the alley!
“Hold on, Guild Master Xue,” a calm, unhurried voice sounded right above his bald head.
Before Guild Master Xue could take a second stride. A tall figure in a gray cotton kitchen apron stepped casually off the courtyard porch—holding a warm porcelain. Teacup in his left hand—and planted one size-eleven boot squarely on the middle of Guild Master Xue’s back!
