With a soft metallic clink-clink-clink, Empress Luo Qingxue flicked her slender wrist from the courtyard porch, recalling the twelve Rank 8 Ice-Phoenix Swords that had pinned Warden Tianfa’s sleeves. Moreover, Trouser hems to the ten-mile iron asteroid.
Out on the flat asteroid rock—directly under the crystal-clear 8K lenses of the 100-Planet Ultra-HD Sky-Screen Broadcast—the snow-haired former Warden of Sector 6 collapsed forward onto the dark stone.
He didn’t try to fly away.
He didn’t try to chant a spell or reach for a weapon.
Because for the first time in one thousand years, the parasitic [Emotionless Heavenly Dao System] that had wrapped his brain in cold gray fog and fed him narcissistic “Chosen One” delusions was gone—currently humming happily inside the Gu family’s bathroom water heater two miles away!
Without that artificial system anesthesia numbing his soul and his nervous system, two overwhelming realities slammed into Tianfa’s unshielded mind at the exact same second:
First came the physical sensation of his own backside—which had just received fifty odd-numbered lashes from the 1-Trillion-DP [Rank 8 Solar-Forged Seven-Wolves Belt] and fifty even-numbered smacks from the [Dual-Mode Empress Sword-Spatula] at 200% True Parental Disciplinary Damage and 1,000% Pain Perception!
His rear end felt like two giant, boiling-red summer watermelons that had been roasted over a volcano, brushed with Sichuan chili oil, and stung by ten thousand hornets at once! Every tiny twitch of his gluteal muscles sent a jolt of pure, educational fire shooting straight up his tailbone to the crown of his…
