One mile wide and blazing with the tyrannical, blood-gold radiation of nine stolen mortal suns, Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s [Galactic Destiny-Plunder Palm] screamed down from the sky above Banquet Moon #1!
Unlike his earlier illusions, this was a full-power, lethal strike from an orthodox Rank 9 Early Galactic Sovereign who had completely abandoned his mask of benevolence!
The sheer gravitational compression beneath that mile-wide golden palm caused the space around the nine moons to groan and buckle—intending not only to shatter the 10,000-Table Hotpot Plaza. To dump ten thousand cauldrons of boiling broth onto the heads of the ten million guests and force Gu Changsheng to scramble in panic to save the crowd!
“DIE! ALL OF YOU UNGRATEFUL BUMS, DROWN IN YOUR OWN SOUP!”
Golden Heir Gu Wuji’s crazed roar echoed across the Central Star-Cluster as his mile-wide golden palm descended within five hundred feet of the floating plaza!
Down on Moon #1, Second Uncle Gu Yin scrambled backward behind the tripod camera with a vicious, feral grin returning to his bruised face:
*“Yes! Yes! Young Master Wuji’s Galactic Destiny-Plunder Palm carries the explosive mass of one hundred compressed stars!
Even if Gu Changsheng is also Rank 9 Early, nobody can block a wide-area Rank 9 killer move above ten million low-realm diners without the shockwave boiling half the guests alive! Gu Changsheng is finished!”*
