Just as Ning Xuan had guessed.
「Outside the city.」
Countless cultivators were fighting over the moving villa.
"Get back! It's mine!"
"Pah! Who do you think you are? You're not worthy of it!"
"I am... Urgh!"
"Scram! You old fool, have you no shame?"
"..."
Once they confirmed the moving villa possessed astonishing defensive power, the cultivators saw everyone as an enemy. Status and identity were utterly useless now.
The middle-aged scholar from earlier, his face bruised and swollen, appeared before the eight massive cannons and roared in fury, "Fire the cannons! Blast those bastards below to smithereens!"
"Sir, they are all..." a man began, trying to offer a reminder.
Before he could finish his sentence, his head went flying.
"What about the rest of you?" the scholar asked, his voice chilling.
No one dared to say another word.
Then, cannon fire thundered across the sky.
Within the towering city, innumerable people looked up into the void.
