A vast cloud of constantly shifting colors hovered over a mountaintop, lightning flashing within it and thunder rumbling out from time to time.
A towering Shacha man, twenty meters tall, soaked in the mist, enjoying the stimulation against his body.
Though he still looked like a Shacha, his body was made of some unique rock, etched with pale red patterns of light and clearly mixed with crystalline grains from silicon-based lifeforms.
Ou Bo arrived, took off his uniform, and handed it to a Light Elf before stepping into the mist himself.
"Pa Su, those Ziwei people really showed you no respect. That Huang Ji said he wanted to talk to you about the head," Ou Bo said as he scrubbed himself.
The towering Shacha was none other than Pa Su. With a low grunt, he drifted over to Ou Bo and said in a booming voice, "The head? Is he really going to take my younger cousin's head off? Why keep harping on such a trivial matter?"
Ou Bo raised an eyebrow. "How would I know? Oh, and that expert under him, Lin Li, has already become a baron. Lin Li easily defeated a member of the Spilled Water Race from the Cygnus Arm..."
"None of those people belong in this rank. At this rate, they're aiming for count at the very least."
"Just as I thought," Pa Su rumbled. "Hmph. Every year, employees from big companies climb the rankings together. That's nothing unusual. But this Ziwei has no manners at all. They didn't even pay their respects to the local boss!"
"He wouldn't come when I invited him? And he wants to talk about the head?"
"Newly established powers always fail to understand the rules," Ou Bo said with a smile. "What, are you planning to teach them a