Chapter Six Hundred Forty: I Don't Know Either!

As the cultivators of North Star City grew increasingly impassioned and indignant,

Mo Xūqiú's expression grew uglier by the moment.

"What a surprise. It seems City Lord Wen is deeply beloved by the people—beloved enough to offend me, and even Shanghu Academy."

Mo Xūqiú narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Wen Mengqing. "Could it be that you're truly willing to let these subjects who revere you fall into a raging fire and a boiling sea?"

Wen Mengqing's heart grew heavy.

"City Lord, don't be afraid. All of North Star City shares honor when you prosper and ruin when you fall!"

Xu Rumò spoke with a resolute expression.

The cultivators in the city echoed her words.

The three members of the Black-clothed Divine Hall in the crowd were thrown into a panic.

"Vice Hall Master, we're not from North Star City!"

Black-clothed Nineteen hurriedly said to Black-clothed Second, "That Mo Xūqiú looks like he's about to attack North Star City. Let's get out of here!"

"Good point. We need to run, or we'll lose our lives here!" Black-clothed Second agreed. But after coming to his senses, he kicked Black-clothed Nineteen in the butt and snorted, "The hell? You're teaching me what to do again?"

"My esteemed Vice Hall Master, once we survive, you can beat me however you like. But for now, let's get the hell out of here!" Black-clothed Nineteen said, on the verge of tears.

Just then, Mo Xūqiú let out a cold laugh. "What a touching scene of shared honor and ruin. Unfortunately, this world only respects strength. In this vast Dao Realm, no one would even notice if a North Star City disappeared."

As Mo Xūqiú's voice fell, a huge transparent dome resembling an inverted bowl enveloped all of North Star City.

"We're screwed. We