The blood-red laser barrel inside the open system vault screeched like a thousand grinding saws.
In less than a tenth of a second, the [Rank 7 Forced Chaos-Heart Detonation Ray] fired straight down from the dimensional rift!
It was a three-inch-thick lance of concentrated Upper-Realm destruction energy, burning with enough apocalyptic crimson heat to drill a hole straight through the basalt volcano and pierce Planet Canglan’s continental crust.
Its target was the exact center of eleven-year-old Gu Nian’s sternum.
Across Planet Canglan, hundreds of millions of parents watching the live sky-screens gasped in alarm and half-rose from their seats—until they glanced at the Picture-in-Picture window in the top corner of the broadcast.
Up on the obsidian picnic ridge, Teacher Gu Changsheng hadn’t even put down his paper bucket of caramel popcorn. He was leaning back in his green lawn chair with a calm, reassuring smile, while Grandpa Yao and Auntie Qin sipped their morning coffee without a trace of worry.
A straight-line thermal-and-curse beam, Changsheng thought calmly, watching the crimson laser streak toward his son. The Heavenly Script Pavilion really ought to update their weapons manual. Firing pure heat energy at a boy wearing a Rank 6 Hearth-Fire kitchen skillet is like throwing firewood into a furnace.
