As for the one on the right, he was a middle-aged man with a robust build, clad in golden armor that made him look like a god of war, exuding an awe-inspiring and domineering aura.
He, too, was a Supreme Realm powerhouse.
The one in the middle, compared to the two beside him, seemed far too ordinary.
He was a somewhat disheveled man with listless eyes, a scruffy beard, and plain cloth clothes. His feet were shod in straw sandals, still caked with mud on his legs.
He looked like a farmer who had just come from working the fields.
Yet, standing there, no one dared to underestimate him.
The woman was Xian Yuying, the City Lord of the Demon Clan Sacred City.
The man in golden armor was Kong Shanwu, the City Lord of the Divine Body Royal City.
And the one in the middle was Long Daozhi, the City Lord of the Ancestral Martial Dragon City.
“City Lords!”
Seeing these three City Lords, the juniors of the Three Cities rushed behind them as if finding their backbone, immediately airing their grievances about Beiyang Duochuan’s actions.
“Beiyang Duochuan, you’re getting bolder, daring to touch the people of our Three Cities,” Xian Yuying, the City Lord of the Demon Clan Sacred City, said with eyes full of anger.
“It seems you don’t plan to take your Zhutian Sect juniors back, do you?” Kong Shanwu, the City Lord of the Divine Body Royal City, spoke, intensifying his oppressive aura.
At that moment, even Beiyang Duochuan’s expression soured, while juniors like Nangong Yifan showed pained looks.
“A misunderstanding, it’s a misunderstanding! How could I bully the younger generation? I was just scaring Chu Feng,” Beiyang Duochuan, previously so arrogant, now looked utterly cowed.
“A misunderstanding?” Long Daozhi, the City Lord of the Ancestral Martial Dragon City, said. “Do you think the people of our Ancestral Martial Starfield are easy to bully?”
“No, no! The Zhutian Starfield has always been on good terms with the Ancestral Martial Starfield. How could I think that?” Beiyang Duochuan explained.
“I won’t make things difficult. Apologize to Chu Feng, and we’ll let this go,” Long Daozhi said.
“Chu Feng, I truly didn’t mean to act against you earlier. It was just a joke. Please don’t take it to heart, please!” Beiyang Duochuan promptly apologized to Chu Feng.
This wasn’t because he was cowardly, but because Long Daozhi’s gaze was so fierce that even he felt intimidated.
“Alright, you’re a guest here. We’ll treat it as a joke today, but don’t pull such stunts again. Otherwise, our Three Cities will pay a visit to your Zhutian Sect,” Long Daozhi said.
“Lord Long, you jest,” Beiyang Duochuan gave an awkward, bitter smile.
“Enough talk. Get lost,” Kong Shanwu, the City Lord of the Divine Body Royal City, was far more direct, outright cursing.
Beiyang Duochuan’s face darkened. As a supreme elder of the Zhutian Sect, being humiliated in front of his sect’s juniors was intolerable.
But he had no choice. Under their roof, he had to bow. Despite his inner rage, he didn’t dare lash out.
Not only did he refrain from retorting, but he also respectfully saluted the three City Lords before turning to leave.
“Wait,” Long Daozhi called out just as Beiyang Duochuan was about to depart with the Zhutian Sect juniors.
At his voice, Beiyang Duochuan’s body trembled. When he turned back, cold sweat visibly beaded on his forehead.
“Lord Long, is there something else?” His voice quivered.
“You must know about the recent events in our Ancestral Martial Starfield,” Long Daozhi said. “But whatever happens, it’s our business. I hope the Zhutian Sect stays out of it, or… our Three Cities won’t stand idly by.”
His gaze was icy as he spoke.
Beiyang Duochuan, trembling, hurriedly said, “Of course, of course.”
“Alright, go,” Long Daozhi waved his hand.
Beiyang Duochuan didn’t hesitate, quickly leading the Zhutian Sect juniors away.
The earlier scene had rattled even him, let alone the others.
As they left, the group was silent, the atmosphere painfully awkward.
Only when they felt they were far enough away did Nangong Yifan finally speak up, unable to hold back. “Supreme Elder, they’re just the City Lords of the Three Cities. I heard they’re only First Rank Supreme, like you. Why fear them so much? This is too humiliating for our Zhutian Sect.”
“Nangong Yifan, watch your words! I lost face today because you lost to Chu Feng. I was standing up for you, which put me in this awkward position. Otherwise, would I be in such a state?” Beiyang Duochuan snapped, his voice sharp though not loud.
His face was terrifying, eyes bloodshot, expression ferocious, as if he wanted to devour someone.
Suppressed by the three City Lords earlier, his heart was already brimming with rage. Nangong Yifan daring to ask such an irritating question naturally made him vent all his pent-up anger on him.
Nangong Yifan was always domineering, looking down on his peers.
But facing this supreme elder, he didn’t dare act too brazenly. After all, this was a supreme elder of the Zhutian Sect. Seeing him enraged, Nangong Yifan fell silent.
