Up in the midnight clouds above the Grand Imperial Plaza, Elder Huo-Yun , at Rank 4 Peak, Elder Xuan-Bing , at Rank 4 Peak. Elder Ku-Mu , at Rank 4 Peak, stared down at the white-jade stage with cold sweat pouring down their withered necks.
Right before their eyes, their senior brother Elder Jian-Chen—a genuine Stage-9 Perfection Qi-Gathering Sword Cultivator who. Had ruled Great Qian from the shadows for half a century—was lying face-down on the stage tiles. Clutching a backside swollen like two red palace lanterns and sobbing like a spanked schoolboy!
“T-That mortal cook’s leather belt is a Rank 5 Supreme Artifact!” Elder Huo-Yun stammered, his red fire-robe fluttering wildly as his knees knocked together on his flying sword. “And when he stands in front of his children, his spiritual aura somehow stacks straight into Rank 5 Foundation Establishment!
If we fight him head-on while he’s holding that golden belt, our buttocks will end up just like Jian-Chen’s!”
“Don’t panic, Brother Huo-Yun!”
Hovering ten paces to the right on his jagged flying ice-blade, Elder Xuan-Bing , at Rank 4 Peak, narrowed his greedy. Serpent-like eyes and pointed toward the edge of the central banquet table twenty feet behind Gu Changsheng:.
