Li Daoxun and the generals behind him, along with the more than five hundred thousand soldiers remaining, all wore expressions of anger.
They hadn't expected that after their arduous battles and struggles against the Demon Race, there stood such a shameless group of people behind them.
Long Fei's expression was calm as he stared at the people of the Nine Clans and softly said, "With the Demon Calamity looming, yet you still engage in internal strife here. If you perish, it wouldn't be undue punishment."
Yao Zhaoyu and other descendants of the Nine Clans smiled coldly and scoffed at Long Fei, saying, "Long Fei, don't be too arrogant. Our Elders have emerged; this Celestial Realms City is no longer a place for your antics."
"Is that so?"
Long Fei looked at him and suddenly made his move.
In the Void, he formed a massive palm imprint that swept up a black Mysterious Light and thunderously struck toward Celestial Realms City.
