This man, as a clan leader, possessed a cultivation of the Fifth-grade Sovereign realm.
And in his memory,
That was precisely why he had always looked down on Long Daozhi.
But now, Long Daozhi had actually withstood his oppressive aura. That meant Long Daozhi's cultivation was equal to his own — the Fifth-grade Sovereign realm.
"No wonder your killing intent was so sharp before."
"So your cultivation was never below mine after all."
"But don't think for a second that a Fifth-grade Sovereign can stand against us."
Surprised as he was, the man showed no fear. Instead, he turned to the other three leaders.
"What are you all standing there stunned for? Didn't we already agree to tear off the mask with this guy?"
"Why are you still bargaining with him now? Don't tell me you want to keep being pushed around by this trash from the Martial Star Domain?"
"You want to keep taking orders from this trash inside the Endless Abyss?"
The middle-aged man bellowed.
BOOM—
BOOM—
BOOM—
In the next moment, three more auras of the Fifth-grade Sovereign realm erupted.
They came from the other three leaders.
These were the same three who had moments ago been begging Long Daozhi to sell them the extra Dragon Vein Bloodstone. Now, their expressions had all turned vicious and cold.
"Long Daozhi, out of respect for the fact that you brought
"Who would have thought you'd be so shameless — using this Spirit World Master, Chu Feng, to lord over us."
"And trying to shit on our heads."
"You've truly forgotten your place."
"Don't blame us for what comes next. You brought this on yourself."
The old woman spoke with venom dripping from every word.
At the same time, killing intent radiated from the other two leaders as well.
By now, the intentions of these four leaders could not have been more obvious.
They wanted to eliminate Long Daozhi, then forcibly seize control of Chu Feng.
That way, they could do whatever they pleased inside the Endless Abyss.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"
Seeing this, Long Daozhi showed not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed.
The laughter was not only grating — it was manic, and it carried the air of someone who had seen through everything.
That laughter left the four leaders somewhat at a loss.
They couldn't understand what was going through Long Daozhi's mind.
But when he finally stopped laughing, his expression twisted into something savage.
"Since you were the ones to break the truce, don't blame me, Long Daozhi, for being ruthless."
The moment those words left his lips, a violent gale erupted.
The force of the wind was so tremendous that even the four faction leaders couldn't withstand it.
All four leaders and all four Spirit World Masters were sent hurtling through the air by the gale.
When they hit the ground, every single one of them was bleeding from seven orifices, their bodies riddled with grievous injuries.
But compared to their wounds, what terrified the four leaders most was Long Daozhi's cultivation.
"You… you're actually a Sixth-grade Sovereign?"
Only now did it dawn on them. Long Daozhi's cultivation had already reached the Sixth-grade Sovereign realm — above all four of them.
"Now do you know who the real trash is?"
As Long Daozhi spoke, a bone-chilling killing intent descended from the sky, blanketing the four leaders and the four Spirit World Masters beneath it.
"Lord Long, spare us! Please, spare our lives!"
"It was all a moment of madness. We are of the same clan — please, let us live!"
Seeing that things had gone terribly wrong, all four leaders and four Spirit World Masters began begging for mercy.
"Bullying the weak and fearing the strong — you've truly shamed every member of the Long Clan."
"Get lost."
Long Daozhi spoke in an icy voice.
Not daring to linger for even a moment, the group scrambled to their feet despite their severe injuries and fled the area.
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