Headmaster Hong’s three-system flight ended with a wet, heavy thud right in the center of the main flagstone plaza of the 1,000-Sun Astral Protagonist Academy.
SPLAT—THUD!!
The former Grand Headmaster of Sector 7 hit the white marble flagstones belly-first, landing squarely in the middle of the giant golden compass rose in front of the Administration Building.
After forty-two full-power ping-pong volleys between Gu Changsheng’s ten-mile Solar-Furnace Wok Spatula. Moreover, Empress Luo Qingxue’s five-mile Frost-Moon Empress Sword, his Rank 8 Peak cultivation had been completely stripped away to Rank 0 Mortal level. His robes were tattered rags, and the two brass alarm bells on his head were slightly dented.
Worse yet, his backside was swollen ten feet high like a giant, prize-winning purple pumpkin—so high that as he lay on his stomach, his feet couldn’t even touch the ground!
Surrounding the perimeter of the central plaza stood five thousand reformed Academy trainees led by Student Council President Gu Nian’s new deputy Xiao Yanwang. Beside them stood eighteen thousand unionized Mech-Grandpas, three thousand liberated Saintesses, and three hundred neutral Sect Masters.
Not a single person stepped forward to pity him. High overhead, the giant stadium sky-screens broadcast every detail of his swollen, smoking backside in crystal-clear high definition to two trillion viewers across all one thousand solar systems.
