Blinding golden light illuminated every dark corner of Floor Four as ten million streams of parental wrath converged around the dark-brown leather strap in Gu Changsheng’s right hand.
Up by the frozen Grief-Refining Furnace, three-hundred-foot-tall Soul-Vault Warden Kuhai felt an icy terror—far colder than Luo Qingxue’s Absolute Zero ice—crawl straight up his bronze spine.
With a frantic roar that shattered the frost encasing his fingers, Kuhai ripped his three right hands free from the jammed self-destruct handle, leaving chunks of his own bronze skin stuck to the metal!
“A mortal leather belt?! You think you can intimidate a Half-Step Rank 10 Calamity Warden with a strip of cowhide?!” Warden Kuhai bellowed, trying to drown out the terrifying palpitations in his core as all six of his colossal bronze arms whipped out six thirty-foot Bereavement Soul-Cleavers!
Spinning his six arms like a hurricane of black funeral metal, Kuhai activated his ultimate defensive and offensive killing array:
“[Half-Step Rank 10 Domain: Six-Arm Bereavement Blade Formation — Sever All Mortal Ties]!!”
SHING—SLASH—BOOM!
Six overlapping rings of pitch-black Bereavement Sword Qi—each forged from the concentrated despair of a billion broken funerals and capable of slicing a normal Rank 9 Sovereign’s domain into ribbons. Erupted around Kuhai’s three-hundred-foot body like an impenetrable blender of black steel!
