Five hundred feet above the roof of the [Lv.3 Flying Courtyard Carriage], the thirty-mile vortex of the [Rank 6 Three-Color Heavenly Lightning Tribulation] churned lower and lower. The air over Supreme Sword Mountain crackled with blinding purple, crimson, and golden static sparks!
Hovering at the outer rim of the storm cloud, four-hundred-year-old Grand Ancestor Thunder-Skull , at Half-Step Rank 6 Golden Core, looked down at thirty-year-old Gu Changsheng. At Rank 5 Peak,—who was standing on the porch with seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun , at Rank 5 Early. Perched on his shoulders and a barrel-sized brass spice shaker labeled [ DAD’S CUMIN, HONEY & FIVE-SPICE ] in his hand.
For two seconds, Grand Ancestor Thunder-Skull stared at the giant spice shaker in disbelief—and then he burst into shrill, raspy, hysterical laughter!
“Hahaha! Old Brother Jian Chen! Sister Lotus!
Look down at that lunatic chef on the porch!”
Grand Ancestor Thunder-Skull pointed a skeletal finger down through the storm wind, his mocking voice echoing across the live broadcast microphones:.
“We summoned a thirty-mile Rank 6 Three-Color Annihilation Lightning Tribulation of the Heavenly Dao—and instead of raising a defensive turtle-shell array or running for his life. That mortal fool actually pulled out a giant jar of kitchen cumin and pepper powder! Does he think the supreme wrath of the Nine Heavens is a piece of raw mutton on a street-stall grill?!
