High in the golden sky above Supreme Sword Mountain, the five-thousand-foot Six-Armed Mechanical Blood-Asura shuddered from its horned steel skull down to its iron heels.
Welded inside the open reactor cavity of the giant’s chest, Envoy Xue Sha stared down at the six-foot man in the torn-sleeved shirt and dark blue kitchen apron.
Gu Changsheng wasn’t even bracing his feet anymore.
He stood casually on the empty air in his cloth slippers, holding up all six of Xue Sha’s mountain-sized Blood-Cleavers with one relaxed right hand.
Cold, suffocating dread closed around Xue Sha’s throat like an iron vise, yet his deranged Upper-Realm arrogance forced a shrill, metallic scream out of the giant’s speakers.
“Impossible! I don’t care if you just broke through to Rank 7 Early!” Xue Sha howled, slamming his bloody fists against the reactor console as black-and-red overdraft lightning crackled wildly across his six mechanical shoulders.
“You are just a newly ascended Rank 7 Nascent Soul from a backwater dirt ball!” Xue Sha shrieked, trying to convince himself as much as the two billion citizens watching below. “My Mechanical Blood-Asura body is forged from an official three-mile Upper-Realm Punitive Warship!
I borrowed one hundred million XP from the Blood-Slaughter System to push my combat power to Half-Step Rank 8!
