A handful of spatial blinks and a few seconds later, and Shun Long had already arrived in the northwestern entrance of Blackstone Haven.
And as expected, the same scene that had played out in the southwestern entrance replayed itself once more.
The moment Shun Long's figure appeared in the sky, the same suffocating pressure descended alongside him, the aura of an early-stage Sovereign crashing down like a mountain on everyone below him.
The entire entrance fell silent in an instant.
Whether it was the cultivators queuing to enter the city or the city guards manning the walls, their gazes all lifted in unison, towards the azure-robed old man who now stood high above the city gates, hands clasped behind his back, his expression cold and unyielding.
Shun Long looked down at the trembling Nascent Soul cultivators and the dozen or so Dao Kings, before his voice spread out, carrying past the city gates and into the city like a torrential wave.
"Liang Qingshan, come out!"
