One hundred feet above the Grand Imperial Plaza, the Four Rank-4 Peak Royal Immortal Advisors looked down at Gu Changsheng as if he were a crazed beetle waving its feelers at four descending dragons.
“Did you hear what that mortal soup-cook just said, Brothers?!”
Hovering atop his nine-foot silver flying sword, Elder Jian-Chen , at Rank 4 Peak. Threw back his white-haired head and laughed so loudly that the glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony rattled.
“A mere mortal in a white kitchen apron pulled off his trouser belt and claimed he is going to take four Stage-9 Perfection Qi-Gathering Immortals from the Nine-Continent Sects behind the woodshed?!”
Beside him in the midnight clouds, Elder Huo-Yun , at Rank 4 Peak, Elder Xuan-Bing , at Rank 4 Peak, and Elder Ku-Mu , at Rank 4 Peak, sneered with bone-deep contempt.
“For fifty years, not even the Emperors of Great Qian dared to raise their eyelids when we spoke!” Elder Huo-Yun spat, crimson sulfur-flames coiling around his withered forearms. “Since this South Ward cook refuses to hand over the three innate-physique children peacefully.
Let us crush every bone in his body below the neck and let the five million mortal ants of Sky-Crown City remember the terror of Immortal Majesty!”
