Three Heads and Six Arms

Zhao Sheng saw that everyone had fallen silent and immediately snorted coldly. "Hm? No one is speaking. Could it be that all of you object?"

No sooner had he spoken than someone, unable to bear the immense pressure, rushed out from the crowd and said with the utmost flattery, "This junior raises both hands in agreement! Senior is broad-minded and unwilling to create needless slaughter. This junior admires you beyond measure, and my reverence for you is like the surging river waters..."

No one had expected the first person to "squeak" would actually be Zhan Xin, whose attitude had previously been the most unyielding.

This man's shameless inconsistency before and after left all the great cultivators' jaws on the floor. They all regarded him with contempt, and even the War God Palace's ten-thousand-year reputation plummeted after this incident, with consequences that ran deep.

Zhao Sheng, however, rather appreciated how well this man understood the times. He deliberately nodded at him in encouragement, while his gaze turned cold as he began looking at the others one by one.

With Zhan Xin taking the lead, the other great cultivators no longer felt any mental burden. One after another, they either nodded or spoke up.

A particularly interesting phenomenon emerged during this process: the more strongly someone had previously advocated for encircling and exterminating him, the more respectful their attitude became afterward, and the more blunt and naked their words were.

To put it plainly, this bunch of Nascent Soul Great Cultivators were all cowards afraid of death. None of them wanted to become the "chicken" slaughtered to scare the monkeys.

Thus, in the span of a single day, more than half of the Black Sand Realm's Nascent Soul Great Cultivators became hostages in Zhao Sheng's hands.

From that day onward, someone had