“You just asked why I have the right to warn you?”
As Long Daozhi said this, a faint smirk curved his lips.
Swish—
Suddenly, his figure vanished, only to reappear right in front of the black-robed man.
Argh—
A piercing scream echoed through the air.
It all happened so quickly that by the time people reacted, they could only see Long Daozhi standing beside Gu Mingyuan.
The black-robed man, meanwhile, stumbled back several steps in mid-air, his single arm severed, blood pouring from the wound.
His face was contorted in agony.
This made it clear to everyone that the loss of his arm wasn’t merely physical; it was a wound to his soul.
Just like when Linghu Hongfei had gouged out Chu Lingxi’s eyes, such soul-inflicted damage was nearly impossible to heal.
What shocked people most was that the black-robed man was clearly a Third Rank Supreme, yet he was so fragile before Long Daozhi.
This revealed that Long Daozhi’s cultivation was at least Third Rank Supreme, or he couldn’t have so easily crippled the man.
Third Rank Supreme—this surpassed everyone’s understanding of Long Daozhi. They knew he was strong, but not this strong, surpassing even the Wuming Clan and the Linghu Heavenly Clan.
It dawned on them that, in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, Long Daozhi was the true strongest.
Suddenly, it became clear why the domineering Wuming Clan had always shown such respect to the Three Cities.
It wasn’t just because the Three Cities remained secluded, uninvolved in the Starfield’s affairs.
Their strength was so formidable that even the Wuming Clan dared not provoke them.
“Now, do you think I’m qualified?” Long Daozhi said to the black-robed man.
“You, you dare harm me? I’m the Supreme Elder of the All-Heaven Sect!”
“You’ll pay for this.”
“For my severed arm today, I’ll make everyone in your Ancestral Martial Starfield pay with their lives!!!”
A furious roar, brimming with killing intent, thundered across the sky.
It was the black-robed man, who, as he spoke, removed his hood, revealing his face.
“It’s him?”
Upon seeing him, many prominent figures’ eyes widened.
This was Tuoba Chengan, a Supreme Elder of the All-Heaven Sect.
The All-Heaven Sect had many Supreme Elders, but only two were the right-hand men of its leader, and Tuoba Chengan was one of them.
His status in the All-Heaven Sect was second only to the leader himself.
His identity was indeed extraordinary, even monumental.
Those who recognised Tuoba Chengan felt their hearts tighten.
In their understanding, the Ancestral Martial Starfield was far inferior to the All-Heaven Sect. While Long Daozhi’s displayed strength was astonishing, people also grew worried.
They feared that by injuring Tuoba Chengan, Long Daozhi had thoroughly offended the All-Heaven Sect. They dreaded the Sect coming openly to the Ancestral Martial Starfield to deal with them.
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Long Daozhi replied, not only unafraid but shaking his head at Tuoba Chengan’s threat.
Many were puzzled by his reaction.
Swish—
Suddenly, Long Daozhi moved again.
His speed was so fast that by the time people realised, he was no longer in his previous spot but standing before Tuoba Chengan once more.
“You… you…”
Tuoba Chengan trembled, his face pale, unable to speak. He looked on the verge of collapse, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Not only he but everyone else was stunned when they saw clearly.
Long Daozhi wasn’t just standing before Tuoba Chengan; his arm had pierced through Tuoba’s dantian.
Before, Long Daozhi had only severed Tuoba’s arm, but now, he had destroyed his cultivation.
This was truly reaping what one sowed. Had Tuoba Chengan not spoken those last words, Long Daozhi wouldn’t have done this.
What was once just a lost arm was now a lost cultivation.
Swish—
Suddenly, Long Daozhi withdrew his arm, and Tuoba Chengan fell to his knees in mid-air with a thud.
“It’s over, truly over,” many onlookers thought, terrified.
Through the Linghu Heavenly Clan’s role as puppets, they already knew the All-Heaven Sect aimed to dominate the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
But for some reason, the Sect didn’t dare act openly, only manipulating the Linghu Clan in secret.
Now, things were different. Long Daozhi represented the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
By destroying the cultivation of the All-Heaven Sect’s Supreme Elder, he had effectively challenged the All-Heaven Starfield on behalf of his own.
This meant the Ancestral Martial Starfield would face the All-Heaven Sect’s retaliation.
To the people of the Ancestral Martial Starfield, the All-Heaven Sect was far too powerful.
The conflict between the Linghu Heavenly Clan and the Wuming Clan might affect some, but if the All-Heaven Sect attacked, it would be a true catastrophe for all.
Yet, compared to the terrified onlookers, Long Daozhi, the City Lord of Ancestral Martial Dragon City, showed no fear. Instead, he spoke to Tuoba Chengan in an icy tone.
“Tuoba Chengan, I won’t kill you, because I need you to return to the All-Heaven Sect.”
“I want you to personally deliver a message to your Sect Leader.”
“Tell him to stay obediently in the All-Heaven Starfield from now on and never set foot in the Ancestral Martial Starfield again.”
“As for today’s matter, our Ancestral Martial Starfield can let it pass.”
“But…”
“If he ignores this warning and still covets the Ancestral Martial Starfield, he’d better do it discreetly and not let me find out.”
“Otherwise, Ancestral Martial Dragon City will be the All-Heaven Sect’s opponent.”
As he spoke, a glint of ferocity flashed in Long Daozhi’s eyes.
Though it passed quickly, Tuoba Chengan saw it clearly.
And after seeing that glint, the previously enraged Tuoba Chengan trembled, his face now showing only one emotion: utter terror.
