Dead silence fell over the five hundred thousand spectators inside the Blood-Colosseum and the three billion citizens watching the live sky-screens across Worlds #6 and #7.
In the center of the arena floor, Gu Changsheng and his five children sat peacefully on their checkered cotton picnic blanket alongside Grandpa Mu. Moreover, Mu Ling, sipping iced plum juice and munching on warm roast-pork sandwiches without a single speck of dust on their sleeves.
Meanwhile, two hundred yards away at the northern edge of the arena, all ten thousand spirit beasts. From the thirty-foot Rank 7 Three-Headed Flame-Lion King at the front down to the tiniest newborn cloud-bear cubs riding on their mothers’ shoulders. Sat down on their haunches in neat, orderly rows facing Chosen One Mo Fan’s golden balcony, glaring up at the self-proclaimed “Beast Emperor”
with twenty thousand pairs of cold, unblinking eyes!
“Wh-what are you stupid animals doing?!”
Up on the golden balcony, Mo Fan’s triumphant smirk froze on his face. He pointed a trembling finger back toward the checkered picnic blanket in the center of the sand. “Your targets are sitting right behind you!
Why did you run around the picnic blanket to preserve their napkins?! Turn around and eat them right now!”
