In the fields outside Shang Jing City, under the barked commands of the Xiaoqi, the crowds gradually gathered toward the military formation.
The crowd was numerous yet orderly. This was not solely the White Lotus Sect's doing; there were also layers upon layers of official orders. Standard-bearers with flags on their backs galloped swiftly through the crowd.
Standing before the great formation, Li Huowang looked out and saw an endless, densely packed sea of human heads.
Summoning the Generals and Ministers Head required a ritual. The Great Liang's Director of the Celestial Surveillance was dead, but the Vice Directors of the Celestial Surveillance were still alive.
Gao Zhijian, clad in a Dragon Robe, looked at the Tiger Seal in his hand. As the Killing Intent continuously gathered, the Tiger Seal not only glowed red but also kept trembling, with faint roars echoing from within.
With a solemn expression, he snapped the Tiger Seal in half. One half each, he handed them to the four Vice Directors of the Celestial Surveillance.
The four Vice Directors of the Celestial Surveillance respectfully performed a grand salute toward the Great Liang Emperor, then withdrew to make the final preparations.
As heart-shaking war drums and long horn calls sounded through the military formation, jar after jar of strong liquor was pushed forward by eunuchs. Clearly, it had all been prepared beforehand.
Everyone received a bowl of strong liquor. Everyone tipped back their heads and drained it, their eyes devoid of fear. There were children of twelve or thirteen among them, as well as old men who had just passed their sixtieth year.
Looking at the crowd before him, Li Huowang's heart was tangled beyond measure. Back in White Jade Capital, he simply had not had time to consider what his request for help would bring