In the sky above Fucheng Island, a streak of light flashed by.
"Boss, it's off course, it's off course!"
"Boss, speed up!"
"Boss, let me drive."
"Shut up!!!"
A 'Gao Gong's spinal sword' trailing black smoke fell from the sky, awkwardly embedding into a rock.
The sword's body was severely worn, sparking in places and flickering with electrical arcs in others.
At the end of the sword hilt, two heads dangled, one belonging to Gao Gong, the other to Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu, pressing against Gao Gong's chin, urgently demanded, "Boss, let me transform, just once!"
"Are you sure you can transform?"
"Of course, I've watched it several times. Absolutely no problem!"
"Alright, I'll trust you this once."
