Down on the clover lawn of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], First Supreme Grand Elder Gu Cang, Second Supreme Grand Elder Gu Ming-Yuan. Third Supreme Grand Elder Gu Sha-Xing sat tangled together around the giant pink maltose knot uniting their three ten-foot white beards, staring up at the folded black leather belt in Gu Changsheng’s right hand!
Even with crushed eggshells in his hair and his chin glued to his two brothers’ beards, sixty-thousand-year-old First Supreme Grand Elder Gu Cang bared his yellowing teeth in a stubborn, venomous snarl:
“Gu Changsheng! Don’t think just because you trapped our beards and shrank our black hole with a tricky magic box, you can humiliate three Rank 9 Mid Galactic Sovereigns like you did Gu Tianba!”
Gu Cang puffed out his skeletal chest as he and his two brothers simultaneously burned their remaining underground essence to activate their ultimate physical defense technique:
“Supreme Grand-Elder Secret Art: Rank-9 Mid Immortal Neutron-Star Body!”
CLANG—HUMMMMMM!
In an instant, the parchment-like skin of all three sixty-thousand-year-old Grand Elders turned a dull, metallic, blackish-silver color—radiating the terrifying physical density of three collapsed neutron-star cores!
“Hahaha! Look at our skin, peasant!” Second Supreme Grand Elder Gu Ming-Yuan laughed hoarsely from the right side of the beard knot.
