Nine feet of black spiked armor stepped out from the blasted bronze doors of the First Floor Toll Gate.
Behind the armored giant marched one hundred thousand Marriage-Severing Executioners in cold iron masks. Every soldier carried a heavy brass halberd etched with broken wedding rings and weeping children, locking the cloud plaza in a ring of suffocating killing intent.
Gu Changsheng didn’t let go of Empress Luo Qingxue’s hand. He kept his warm fingers laced through hers at the bottom of the courtyard ramp and squinted at the towering boss.
“Must be a prerecorded greeting,” Gu Changsheng said dryly. “Nobody yells that loud before lunch unless they burned the morning toast.”
The nine-foot giant slammed the butt of his halberd into the cloud stones. Black frost spread across the plaza as a crimson title bar flared above his iron-gavel helmet.
“Insolent lower-realm ants!” the giant bellowed.
“I am the First Floor Warden—the Orphan-Maker General, Rank 9 Absolute Peak! For three million eons, I personally enforced the Page Three execution scripts of a million lower-realm fathers! Every time a mortal dad was framed and beaten to death in the opening pages to traumatize his son, my halberd signed the warrant!”
At the mention of the Page Three execution warrants, fifteen-year-old Gu Nian’s eyes flashed with cold black-gold Chaos light on the porch behind his father.
