Heaven-Piercing Tower, Falling Star Sea.
The Heaven Realm leaders—the lion-headed, human-faced one, the rhino-nosed, tusked one, the three-headed, six-armed one, and several others—were rebuked by that young man whose appearance was almost godlike. Ashamed beyond measure, they immediately felt pardoned when the young man waved them away as though shooing flies. They all withdrew, even abandoning those pitiful sacrificial slaves.
They rose into the air, turning into streaks of meteors as they sped toward the horizon. The slaves who had escaped death prostrated themselves on the ground.
Paying homage to that young man.
To them, poor and lowly as they were, this master truly was a godlike existence.
To the young man's left stood a handsome, elegant middle-aged man with the air of a refined scholar; to his right stood an old man in black robes and a cloak, with only his face exposed.
The way they looked at Fatty Hai, Ye Kong, and the others carried a strange feeling, as though they were about to casually smash something valuable, like a ceramic vase. Faintly, there was also the thrill of destroying a seed just beginning to sprout... The middle-aged scholar standing to the left, beside the nearly godlike young man and likewise receiving the slaves' worship, smiled as he gently asked Fatty Hai, "Though we would be willing to continue speaking with you, since I am very interested in the efforts of warriors from the lower realm beneath the Heaven-Piercing Tower, regrettably, time does not permit us much more exchange. Before we act and destroy everything, I do not mind giving you an opportunity to leave something behind for your Heaven-Piercing Tower hometown. So, do you have any last words?"
"I knew you'd say that!" Fatty Hai sighed.
"A dog can never stop eating shit," Ye Kong agreed.
"Very