“How thoughtful of Judge Bing to pre-heat the straight half of the pan to a dozen thousand degrees—Qingxue, step back half a right pace while your husband glazes the caramel!”
Out in the starry void in front of Planet 51, Right-Wing Vice-Admiral Huo stood on the bridge of Right-Wing Command Ship #2501. Watching the temperature gauges of his 2,500 Anti-Frost Solar-Flame Star-Destroyers climb past ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit!
Wrapped in blazing crimson Anti-Frost Solar-Flame Shields that Warden Tianfa had specifically engineered to evaporate ice-attribute sword Qi on contact. The two thousand five hundred ten-thousand-meter warships hurtled across the void like a five-hundred-mile wall of roaring red fireballs!
“Hahaha! The First Judge’s calculation was flawless!” Right-Wing Vice-Admiral Huo laughed over the Right-Wing tactical network as the blazing red armada closed to within twenty miles of the [Gu Family Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser].
“Our Ten-Thousand-Degree Anti-Frost Solar-Flame Shields completely immune us to Empress Luo Qingxue’s Ice-Phoenix Sword! And as for that apron-wearing husband of hers—he’s just a newly ascended Rank 8 Early cultivator holding a black iron wok! What can a kitchen wok do against twenty-five hundred blazing fire-ships?!”
Standing in the starry void beside his wife in his sky-blue [DAD — HEAD CHEF #1] apron, Gu Changsheng heard Vice-Admiral Huo’s boast over the open radio channel and shook his head with a warm, pitying chuckle.
