Two hundred thousand miles above Training Planet #1, inside the heavily armored titanium core of the Combat-Trial Division’s Orbital Battle-Moon, Chief Elder Sha had gone completely mad with murderous rage!
On the five hundred tactical monitors surrounding his command throne, all 3,000 Grade-8 [Counter-Slap System Rings]—which had cost his division’s entire ten-year budget to manufacture—were reduced to burnt black springs!
Eight hundred of his top Rank 7 slaughter-farmers, including his prized disciple Chen Ao, were sticking upside-down in village duck-manure ponds with 500,000-Spirit-Stone Municipal Fine Stickers slapped onto their boots!
And worst of all, not a single point of Righteous Massacre XP or Planetary Luck had been harvested for Headmaster Hong’s central furnace!
“It’s Gu Changsheng!! Gu Changsheng and his cursed brats are down on Training Planet #1!!”
Chief Elder Sha snarled like a cornered blood-wolf, slamming the twenty-foot-thick star-titanium blast doors of his orbital command bunker shut. Moreover, Activating nine concentric layers of Rank 8 Late Blood-Scythe Defensive Barriers around his throne!
“Chief Elder!” His deputy, Commander Tie, paled in horror as he watched Chief Elder Sha rip off the safety glass covering the blood-red 500-Planet Orbital Soul-Whip Master Detonator. “If you press that master detonator, the orbital transmitter dish on the underside of this Battle-Moon will fire a sector-wide Soul-Whip Cranial Overload Wave! It will detonate all 500 Billion Soul-Whip Collars across all five hundred planets at the same time—murdering half a trillion mortal civilians in one second!”
