“Execute the Mu Clan elder to prove only your whip commands the beasts?”
Before Chosen One Mo Fan’s sacrificial knife could descend an inch toward the chained Mu Clan Second Elder on the arena floor. A warm, booming voice echoed down from the sunlit sky above the open roof of the Blood-Colosseum—followed by the mouthwatering aroma of freshly toasted sesame buns, sizzling bacon, and simmering mushroom hotpot!
Five hundred thousand spectators in the marble bleachers and three billion citizens watching the live sky-screens craned their necks upward in unison.
Descending calmly through the clouds above the stadium—flanked by the breathtaking, two-hundred-mile silver shadow of the Astral Void Whale Matriarch hovering in high orbit. Was a five-acre traditional blue-brick courtyard house surrounded by a white wooden picket fence!
THUMP—SHING!
With a gentle cushion of golden household qi that didn’t kick up a single grain of arena sand, the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard] touched down right in the center of the ten-mile gladiator floor!
Before Mo Fan’s stadium guards could even draw their halberds, twelve-year-old Gu Nian stepped out of the front picket gate. Tapped his wooden practice sword lightly against the iron chains binding the Mu Clan Second Elder—snapping the Rank 6 cold-iron shackles into neat two-inch rings. Helped the old man walk over to the courtyard porch, where seventy-five-year-old Grandpa Mu and fourteen-year-old Mu Ling welcomed him with a bowl of hot ginger soup!
