Gu Changsheng rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows and stepped off the daycare porch with the [Rank 6 Ancestral Iron Wok Spatula] in his right hand. Instantly, the temperature in the clouds five thousand feet above the Night Market dropped by fifty degrees!
He didn’t unleash a flamboyant light show. Even so, the sheer weight of a father whose children’s daycare had just been targeted by a plague bomb locked the space around the Three Blood-Sea Demon Emperors like solid star-iron!
Up in the crimson clouds, Envoy Xue Sha took one look at the golden hearth-fire condensing along the edge of Gu Changsheng’s spatula. Touching his own still-healing nose from four days ago, he immediately bolted three miles backward behind the three Emperors!
“Three Demon Emperors! Hold him off!” Envoy Xue Sha shrieked, hiding behind a cloud bank like a startled rabbit.
“My cultivation is still recovering from last night’s system lightning!
Use your three-thousand-year defensive array to block his spatula while I charge up an Upper-Realm escape rune!”
“Cowardly Envoy! Wait—”
Before the Blood-Bone, Rotten-Corpse, and Shadow-Fiend Emperors could even curse Xue Sha’s retreating back, a silver-gold spatial ripple flashed ten feet in front of their noses!
