The electronic grave mound of the First Generation Patriarch split apart into an open-air disco, and three hundred laser lights sliced the night sky into a rainbow cake. The moment Chen Mo's straw sandals stepped onto the dance floor, an automatic outfit-change spell trapped him in sequined bell-bottoms—with fluorescent fringes dangling from the cuffs that read "Patriarch-Appointed Dance King." The Husky spun around in circles excitedly chasing its own tail, its paws stepping on the floor tiles to shatter them and pop up a hydraulic platform, lifting Danwa's diaper throne into the air.
"Rules of the grand finals—" Inside the DJ booth formed by the cracked tombstone, the First Generation Patriarch's holographic projection was DJing with a chunky gold chain, "Use your cringe dancing to shatter this old man's integrity stele!" Before his voice even faded, Li Wuhen's Sword Qi had condensed into a forty-meter fluorescent light stick, smashing a home run toward the main stage. The surface of the stele suddenly popped out a strawberry-flavored spring, bouncing the Sword Qi back into a sky full of heart-shaped light spots that accurately smeared all over Nangong Lie's face.
The battle erupted amidst a heavy beat! The Fairy of Yaochi's Flowing Cloud Sleeves twisted into nunchucks, and the silk whipped into the forest of cheering sticks, splashing sonic boom shockwaves. The Demon Lord's halberd stabbed into the subwoofer, the blade scraping against the mixer to blast out three hundre…
Chapter 61