One hundred feet above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Elder Jian-Chen , at Rank 4 Peak. Wiped the trickle of blood from his chin and stared down at Gu Changsheng in a mixture of shock, humiliation, and fanatical rage.
For fifty years, as the head of the Four Royal Immortal Advisors, Elder Jian-Chen had treated the entire Great Qian Kingdom as his private vegetable garden. Whenever the Emperor or the frontier marshals met him, they had to bow from thirty paces away and present jade boxes of spirit-stones with both hands.
Yet tonight, in front of ten thousand mortal officials and five million commoners. A twenty-nine-year-old neighborhood chef had just shattered their combined Four-Element Sect Suppression Array with a single flick. Of a leather trouser belt—and then asked which of them wanted to have his backside tanned first!
“Insolent mortal! Do not think that borrowing some temporary secret-art trick to mimic Rank 5 Foundation Establishment aura can match the true sword-arts of the Nine-Continent Immortal Sects!”
Elder Jian-Chen’s wrinkled face twisted into a mask of ferocious pride as he slapped both palms against the embroidered spirit-pouch hanging at his waist!
SHING! SHING! SHING-SHING-SHING!
Thirty-six blinding rays of cold silver light shot out of his sect pouch at once!
