I, Chu Qing, Am the Will of the People

Money and treasure stirred people's hearts!

Under the incitement of those with ulterior motives and the stimulation of secret medicines:

That group of ordinary people grew impassioned.

They denounced Chu Qing one after another.

In the end, over a hundred thousand people shouted slogans, demanding that Chu Qing divide the gold.

Their voices rang through the clouds.

Throughout the vast state city, whether outside the city or within it, everyone heard it clearly.

Faced with the accusations of over a hundred thousand people, even King Shiyu and the others felt their hearts race and their faces turn pale.

At that moment, they suddenly understood what the Rebel Army's Iron Armor had meant by the will of the people.

The cries of over a hundred thousand people, the accusations of several hundred thousand.

Even knowing those accusations were not directed at them, they still felt afraid.

The fury of over a hundred thousand people could not become tangible flames of rage.

But the uniform tide of sound was enough to make one's liver and gall split apart.

Even more frightening were the slogans those people shouted.

At first:

They shouted:

"Chu Qing, divide the gold!"

Ten seconds...

Thirty seconds...

One minute...

Chu Qing merely sneered, unmoved.

Then, several hundred martial artists shouted in unison:

"Chu Qing, go die!"

"Chu Qing, go die!"

Immediately afterward, thousands, tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands of people shouted together:

"Chu Qing, go die!"

"Chu Qing, go die!"

Their voices rang through the clouds.

Over a hundred thousand people—even several hundred thousand—were fanatically screaming for one person to die.

King Shiyu and the others had never seen such a scene.

They could not even imagine it.

Though they were merely bystanders, though those cries were not aimed at them.

Their scalps still tingled with terror.