The five-hundred-mile Three-Sun Demon Palm struck with the crushing weight of three dying star clusters.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
The impact was so immense that for a tenth of a second, all sound within the mortal frequency spectrum vanished. It was replaced by a deep, golden-black gravitational ring that rippled across the entire three-thousand-mile diameter of the Central Mega-Sun’s core!
Across all one thousand solar systems of Sector 7, two trillion spectators watching the live broadcast held their breath, their fingers gripping their chairs. Meanwhile, The blinding flash of the collision filled the sky-screens.
One heartbeat passed.
The blinding flash of collision light cleared.
And across one thousand solar systems, two trillion jaws dropped open in unison.
Down on the cedar bowsprit of the Flying Courtyard Star-Cruiser, Gu Changsheng had not retreated a single millimeter!
