“Foolish mortals! If this pathetic boy will not drown these two worlds in despair, then I—the Ancient Netherworld Lich Sovereign—shall take his flesh and turn every living soul in this plaza into rotting ash!”
Towering fifty feet above the bell-tower roof, the Rank 7 Peak Ancient Netherworld Lich Will opened its jaw to swallow eighteen-year-old Ye Ming’s terrified soul—
CLANG!
Before the Lich’s black soul-claws could come within three feet of Ye Ming’s new red puppy sweater, a flat. Yard-wide blade of seasoned cast-iron dropped out of the sunny sky like the palm of a kitchen god. Pinning the fifty-foot Lich phantom halfway out of the skull staff by the scruff of its spectral neck!
Standing on the roof tiles right between the Lich and the five hundred grandmas was thirty-two-year-old Gu Changsheng, his canvas kitchen apron fluttering lightly in the warm breeze. Meanwhile, He leaned one elbow on the handle of his [Rank 7 Mid Iron Wok Spatula].
Because the Lich Will had just threatened a plaza where Gu Changsheng’s five children were leading a square-dance line, the [Father’s Authority Rule] surged through the cast-iron spatula. Stacking all five Rank 6 Peak children’s cultivation on top of Gu Changsheng’s Rank 7 Mid base realm.
