The once chaotic void fell eerily silent.
Even the wails and cries of the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s members quieted.
All eyes could clearly see a figure standing among the clan.
But this figure wasn’t one of them.
Clad in black, wearing a conical hat, his face was hidden, his aura undetectable.
Yet, his hand gripped Gu Mingyuan’s wrist.
It was he who had stopped her, halting her slaughter of the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
Though only her wrist was held, Gu Mingyuan’s face was etched with pain.
“Senior!”
Seeing Gu Mingyuan hurt, Chu Feng spun and charged at the black-clad man.
Wooah—
With a wave of the man’s sleeve, Chu Feng was blown away like a leaf.
In that moment, the crowd finally sensed his aura.
Third Rank Supreme. The man was a Third Rank Supreme.
No wonder even Chu Feng was powerless against him.
“Who is this?”
The crowd was shaken, not just by his cultivation but by his identity.
They’d all heard the earlier words.
It was now clear that the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s victory over the Wuming Clan wasn’t their own doing, they’d had outside help.
And that help was likely this black-clad man.
But who was he? His tone suggested he wasn’t from the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Yet, the conflict between the Linghu Heavenly Clan and the Wuming Clan was an internal matter.
If the Linghu Heavenly Clan had truly relied on outsiders to defeat the Wuming Clan, that was outrageous.
Everyone knew no one would aid them without reason.
If the Linghu Heavenly Clan had accepted such help, it likely meant one thing.
Even if they defeated the Wuming Clan and appeared to rule the starfield, they’d be puppets.
The true master would be the force behind them, someone from another starfield.
This was something no one in the Ancestral Martial Starfield wanted, to be ruled by outsiders.
Realising this, opinions of the Linghu Heavenly Clan shifted.
Many no longer recognised them.
Some began to despise and loathe them.
To many, their actions were akin to betraying the starfield, a despicable act of treason.
Such a clan was unfit to rule.
“Will you kill them yourself, or shall I help?”
The black-clad man looked at Linghu Zhishi.
“I’ll do it myself.”
Linghu Zhishi’s eyes blazed with rage, his killing intent overwhelming.
He charged at Gu Mingyuan.
Wooah—
But before he could reach her, he let out a scream.
He halted mid-air, forcibly stopped.
An arm blocked his path, and the collision caused his cry.
At that moment, everyone’s expressions shifted.
Many recognised the arm’s owner.
It was Long Daozhi, the City Lord of Ancestral Martial Dragon City.
Long Daozhi had appeared suddenly, stopping Linghu Zhishi’s attack on Gu Mingyuan.
But no matter how strong Long Daozhi was, he was just a city lord.
In everyone’s minds, the three cities were, at best, on par with the Wuming Clan or Linghu Heavenly Clan.
Yet, Linghu Zhishi was effortlessly stopped by Long Daozhi.
His cultivation was clearly beyond Second Rank Supreme, or he couldn’t have done this.
But there was no time to marvel at Long Daozhi’s strength.
Two more figures appeared beside Chu Feng, helping the injured young man to his feet.
They were also top figures in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
Xian Yuying, City Lord of Demon Clan Holy City.
And Kong Shanwu, City Lord of Divine Body Royal City.
All three city lords had arrived.
To the people of the Ancestral Martial Starfield, their appearance was a beacon of hope.
With the Wuming Clan defeated and the Linghu Heavenly Clan reduced to puppets, the three cities seemed the only ones left to rely on.
These city lords were their hope, the last to stand for the starfield.
“Linghu Zhishi, to defeat the Wuming Clan, you became a puppet of another starfield.”
“You’ve brought shame to our Ancestral Martial Starfield,” Xian Yuying said to Linghu Zhishi.
Though people had suspected it, her words confirmed their fears.
The Linghu Heavenly Clan had indeed become puppets of an outside force.
Long Daozhi, holding Linghu Zhishi with one hand, lifted him like a helpless chick.
Linghu Zhishi, once so imposing, now looked weak.
He struggled to break free but couldn’t, fear creeping onto his face.
“Sir, save me, save me!”
Desperate, Linghu Zhishi turned to the black-clad man.
He realised Long Daozhi was far stronger than he’d imagined, beyond his ability to resist. Only the black-clad man could save him now.
“Didn’t the three cities swear not to meddle in the starfield’s affairs?”
“Why break that today? So much for your ‘non-interference’ nonsense.”
The black-clad man addressed Long Daozhi.
Long Daozhi smiled faintly, then said:
“I’ve already warned your Zhutian Sect.”
“Stay out of our Ancestral Martial Starfield’s affairs.”
Zhutian Sect?!
Long Daozhi’s words stunned everyone.
Even Chu Feng was shocked.
Everyone knew what the Zhutian Sect was.
The dominant force of the Zhutian Starfield.
Neighbouring the Ancestral Martial Starfield, the Zhutian Starfield was well-known.
Though both were considered abandoned in the Holy Light Galaxy, the Zhutian Starfield’s overall strength surpassed the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s.
Knowing the Zhutian Sect’s power, the crowd’s shock was tinged with deep worry.
If the Zhutian Sect truly targeted the Ancestral Martial Starfield, it would spell disaster.
No force in the starfield, not even the three cities combined, could stand against them.
“Warnings are a privilege of the strong over the weak.”
“What gives you the right to warn me?”
The black-clad man said to Long Daozhi.
As expected, even Long Daozhi earned no respect, only scorn and humiliation.
