"Fatty Zhang, you're really going bankrupt this time! Come to think of it, weren't you the classic stay-at-home shut-in who wouldn't leave the house even if beaten to death? How come you're fighting so desperately this time?"
Mu Shaoan leaned against the enormous bundle on his back, tossing peanuts into his mouth and washing them down with a little liquor, looking rather gleeful at Fatty Zhang's misfortune.
How could he not be gleeful at Fatty Zhang's misfortune?
That battle just now had amounted to two newly advanced Ancient Gods beating a veteran Ancient God to death. Let's set aside the gains and talk only about the losses!
The four Law Heavenly Gods led by Qu Shang and thirty Law Demigods had all been gravely wounded. That was the price of forcibly stopping the Sky-Plundering Sword Array. But they had no choice—if they hadn't stopped it, their boss would have died.
To be honest, Mu Shaoan himself was still somewhat shaken with fear. The Sky-Plundering Sword Array had originally been proposed by him and that bastard Li Guokui, using the Path of the Broken Sword as its core. It had abandoned balance and stability, seeking only explosive power in a short period. A peerless sword array like that should never have been unleashed. At the very least, it should have been optimized and refined for several thousand or tens of thousands of years.
As a result, the high-level battle strength of Fatty Zhang's Sword Immortal World had nearly been wiped out in one fell swoop. It probably wouldn't recover for several thousand years.
Besides that, Qu Shang—the core subordinate, great general, and little concubine-lover of Fatty Zhang—had lost nearly two million years of lifespan in this battle. That had to be made up somehow, didn't it?
Not to mention the hidden