SWISH—SPLASH!
When Gu Changsheng flicked the [Sky-Seasoning Honey-Barbecue Basting Brush] from left to right across the porch railing, it looked at first. Though he had simply flung a few drops of golden kitchen oil into the morning breeze.
Up at the apex of the Three-Hundred-Star Sword Array, First Law-Enforcement Elder Zhao stared at the tiny curve of amber droplets rising from the wooden courtyard and let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“A kitchen basting brush?!” Elder Zhao sneered, his crimson robes whipping in the razor-sharp gale of three hundred spinning Rank 5 flying swords. “Has this Gu Changsheng lost his mind from terror?!
Does he think our Three-Hundred-Star Sword Array is a rack of roast lamb on a street corner?!
Even a Rank 5 Peak fire-spell would be shredded into nothingness three hundred feet before touching our sword-qi barrier!”
Beside Elder Zhao on his floating jade sedan chair, Holy Son Chu Tian curled his lip in disdain. “He’s stalling for time because he knows a Rank 4 Peak body-cultivator can’t block three hundred Foundation Establishment flying swords at once! Uncle Zhao, burn away his kitchen grease and drop the swords!”
“Hmph! Watch how the Sword Qi of our Supreme Sword Sect purges mortal filth!”
