Cross-Dimensional Shot! It Could Punch Straight Through Even the Abyss!

The sound of fourteen goblets clinking together had barely faded.

Turing tipped back his head, poured the last trace of red Starlight Brew from the bottom of his glass down his throat, and smacked his lips twice.

Great Chieftain casually tossed his cup aside, grabbed a roasted Astral Behemoth leg from the silver tray beside him, and tore into it with huge bites.

Meat juices dripped down his leonine chin.

"If you ask me, you're all worrying over nothing."

Great Chieftain mumbled through a mouthful of food, then spat out a bone larger than a millstone. "Relocating three thousand four hundred Prime Planes? Pah! Does he think the universe is some little vegetable patch in his backyard? Even that lunatic Heavenly Lord back then spent an entire era and failed to consolidate even a tenth of it. He's just some brat who hasn't even touched the threshold of a Main God. What does he know about the inertia of the Spacetime Barrier? He won't even finish moving the First Star Sector in a hundred thousand years!"

The Star Spirit Race chief clasped his hands within his sleeves, the starlight on his body pulsing rhythmically.

"A young man suddenly getting rich, nothing more than a fox borrowing a tiger's might through stolen authority. He thinks a few threats will make us move? Ridiculous."

They had no idea what was happening outside.

Within this isolated Supreme Vault, these beneficiaries of the Old Era still clung to their deeply rooted Arrogance. They had no idea Yang Yu had gone completely insane, splitting himself into ten billion clones and going door to door across the Myriad Worlds, kicking in doors and checking the meters.

In their eyes, forcibly demolishing the Myriad Worlds was the sort of job that could not possibly be completed in