"—At once!"
In the final two words, Cheng Buzheng's voice carried an authority that brooked no doubt.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
Throughout the immortal city...
Streaks of escape light in every color shot into the sky.
Though their radiance was somewhat dim and their auras varied in strength, with quite a few of them even wounded, they all forced themselves to hold on, displaying standardized robes or identity tokens.
They were precisely the Cultivator Association members who had survived by luck after the headquarters was destroyed and the president had "departed"—those who had hidden away, as well as those who had already been on duty outside.
Dozens, even hundreds, of figures hovered in midair across the immortal city. All of them faced the city center and bowed with utmost respect toward that towering figure in the sky, their gestures even filled with excitement and fervor.
Their voices trembled slightly with emotion, yet rang out in perfect unison:
"We obey the President's decree!"
The gathered roar echoed through the silent immortal city.
With clear orders and someone to anchor their hearts, the surviving Cultivator Association members immediately sprang into action.
Though few in number, and though most were not highly cultivated, at this moment they represented Cheng Buzheng's will.
They swiftly headed for the four city gates and the main thoroughfares, shouting commands, directing the crowds, and quelling scattered disturbances.
Under the suppression of absolute force and the guidance of rudimentary order...
The chaos within Sea Suppressing Immortal City began to subside at a visible pace.
Although the streets were still packed wall to wall with people, the lawless scenes of arson, murder, looting, and rampage had already vanished.
Still shaken with fright, the cultivators began moving slowly and orderly toward the four city gates under the guidance of the Cultivator