Across the vast white marble expanse of the Grand Imperial Plaza and on the five-hundred-foot sky-screen floating above the clouds. Five million citizens of the Great Qian Kingdom watched in breathless, pin-drop silence. The ten-year-old boy in the sky-blue school uniform stepped forward into the crimson storm of the Royal Dragon Blood-Saber.
“Die, you little Coffin Alley orphan! I reigned for eighty years as an Immortal Emperor—how dare a ten-year-old schoolboy lecture me on swordplay and grade my posture Zero Points?!”
On the center of the white-jade stage, Second Prince Qian Ye lost every last trace of human reason.
Biting his own tongue until foul black blood sprayed across the gold hilt of his saber. Qian Ye burned the very last dregs of the three Rank 4 Peak Life-Burning Blood Pills together with the final 1% crimson spark of his 100-Year Regressor Plot Halo!
ROOOOOOOAR!
A thirty-foot phantom of a three-clawed blood-dragon condensed out of corrosive life-fire around the heavy meteoric-iron blade of his saber.
Pouring a hundred years of venomous obsession, parricidal greed, and desperate resentment into a single downward cleave, Qian Ye unleashed his ultimate past-life imperial killing technique:.
[Blood-Dragon Nine-Hell Guillotine]!
