Tuoba Cheng'an stared at Long Daozhi with a face full of terror.
The fear on his face was not only visible to Long Daozhi — everyone else could see it plain as day.
This made people realize that Long Daozhi's strength far exceeded anything they had imagined.
For a moment, the fear that had gripped people's hearts regarding the Myriad Heavens Gate seemed to loosen its hold.
However, while most people were breathing a sigh of relief, many others grew even more anxious.
These were none other than the members of the Linghu Heavenly Clan, led by Linghu Zhishi.
"What are you staring for? Are you going to get lost or not?" Long Daozhi said coldly to Tuoba Cheng'an.
Upon hearing those words, Tuoba Cheng'an said nothing further. Dragging his weakened body, he quickly vanished into the distance.
His cultivation had indeed been crippled — but not entirely destroyed in one fell swoop.
To be precise, his cultivation was still draining away. If he treated it immediately, he could still be saved.
However, he would suffer severe damage to his vitality, and his Third Grade Supreme cultivation would most likely be beyond saving.
…
"Linghu Zhishi, how does it feel to be a puppet?"
At that moment, Long Daozhi turned his gaze toward Linghu Zhishi.
"City Lord Long, I truly was not their puppet. They contacted me of their own accord and said they would help me deal with the Nameless Clan. They never once said they intended to interfere with affairs in the Ancestral Martial Star Domain."
"City Lord Long, you should understand — the resources of our Ancestral Martial Star Domain are far inferior to those of their Myriad Heavens Star Domain. There is nothing here worth their coveting."
Linghu Zhishi was desperately trying to explain, all in an effort to shake off the label of puppet.
"Do you take me for a fool, or do you take everyone here for fools?" Long Daozhi said, his sharp brows arching as his voice turned icy.
"I…"
Linghu Zhishi wanted to continue his explanation, but before he could, Long Daozhi roared: "Shut up."
At that moment, no matter how unwilling Linghu Zhishi was, he could only grit his teeth and not dare utter a single word — like a punished student facing a stern teacher, able to do nothing but bow his head in silence.
Today, everyone present looked at Long Daozhi in an entirely new light, and that naturally included Linghu Zhishi.
Linghu Zhishi had never in his wildest dreams imagined that Long Daozhi would be this powerful.
Powerful enough that Tuoba Cheng'an, a Third Grade Supreme, had been utterly helpless before him.
In Linghu Zhishi's estimation, Long Daozhi was at minimum a Third Grade Supreme — and possibly even a Fourth Grade Supreme.
Such an existence was not one the Myriad Heavens Gate would dare offend lightly, let alone him.
"Get lost."
"Take your people and get lost." Suddenly, Long Daozhi waved his hand at Linghu Zhishi.
"You can't let them leave!"
However, the moment those words left Long Daozhi's mouth, Gu Mingyuan spoke up.