Outside the South Gate of Sky-Crown City, the silence lasted for ten full seconds.
Fifty thousand Capital Garrison soldiers, two million commoners standing along the ramparts and rooftops. Three hundred royal nobles holding their knotted silk bedsheet ropes stared in collective petrification at the marsh grass beside the southern moat.
Lying flat on its back with all four pillar-like hooves sticking straight up toward the stars was the terrifying fifty-foot. Hundred-ton Rank 4 Peak Ancient Flood-Bull King—the legendary overlord of the Northern Iron-Ridge Range that had once required three Rank 4 sect elders. Ten thousand soldiers just to drive back into its gorge!
With the six-inch Blood-Soul Frenzy Needle flicked out of its neck by Gu Changsheng’s spatula, the artificial crimson madness faded rapidly from the Bull King’s huge round eyes.
Blinking its saucer-sized brown eyes in dizzy bewilderment. It stared upside-down at the red lanterns hanging from the city wall. The hundred-ton Bull King wiggled its four hooves in the air like an overturned black beetle and let out a low.
Aggrieved “Mooooooo...” that sounded nothing like a ferocious monster and everything like an old farm ox that had been tricked into running thirty miles on an empty stomach!
