The brass buckle of the [Seven-Wolves Disciplinary Belt] gleamed in the warm glow of the courtyard lanterns.
Gu Changsheng folded the heavy dark-brown leather strap in half and took a slow step forward across the stone plaza.
Up on the lead golden star-chariot, Chief Envoy Gu Biao felt every hair on the back of his neck stand straight up.
Even though Gu Changsheng was only showing a Rank 8 Peak cultivation base—the exact same realm as Gu Biao himself. That ordinary-looking leather belt radiated a suffocating weight that made Gu Biao’s solar furnace throb in panic.
“Form the twelve-star defensive wall!” Gu Biao barked, wiping the blood from his chin and slamming both palms onto the golden helm of his chariot. “Everyone link your star-cores right now!”
Down on the plaza flagstones, Envoy Gu Lin and the three vanguard Envoys—still stuck fast to the ground in Su Nuannuan’s black-licorice maltose puddle. Frantically burned their solar qi to link up with the eight Rank 8 Mid Envoys in the chariots above.
HUMMMMM—CLANG!
Twelve blazing rings of golden light expanded simultaneously, stacking on top of one another to form twelve overlapping Galactic Star-Armor Shields between Gu Changsheng and the Envoys!
