*THUD! THUD! THUD!
THUD!*
From the fortified palace barracks at the rear of Banquet Moon #1, the heavy, synchronized boots of three thousand Rank 7 Peak Elite Golden-Armored Personal Guards shook the blood-jade flagstones. Meanwhile, they marched in a tight, twelve-column phalanx up the widest ramp toward Gu Changsheng’s floating hotpot plaza!
Every single soldier in the Golden Heir’s Personal Guard Corps wore full-plate Star-Gold armor that covered them from head to toe, carried a ten-foot-long Dragon-Cleaving Heavy Halberd. Had been selected ten years ago from the most physically gifted orphans across the outer-rim star systems to serve as Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s human shields.
Marching at the very tip of the spearhead was Guard Captain Gu Tie-Arm. A towering, seven-foot-tall warrior with a scarred bronze face beneath his golden visor and a pair of iron-forged gauntlets capable of flipping a hundred-ton siege tank.
Behind them on the empty stage of Moon #1, Golden Heir Gu Wuji and Second Uncle Gu Yin watched with vicious, gloating grins. Meanwhile, the three thousand golden-armored guards reached the edge of the 10,000-Table Hotpot Plaza.
“Hahaha! Watch this, Uncle Yin!” Gu Wuji sneered, wiping the wine stain off his chin.
“My three thousand Golden-Armored Guards have had their emotions suppressed by the Barracks Fasting & Iron-Discipline Regimen for ten years! Even if Gu Changsheng is Rank 9 Early, he can’t attack three thousand brainwashed orphan guards in front of ten million guests without ruining his ‘benevolent Patriarch’ image. And Captain Gu Tie-Arm is going…
