Zhou Qiucheng's Defeat

At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena had congealed. Chen Sanliang stood on one side, Zhou Qiucheng on the other. Everyone wavered back and forth, unsure of which choice to make.

Seeing that some people's resolve had begun to falter, Zhou Qiucheng immediately grew anxious. His voice rang through the entire venue like a great bell and bronze chime. "Hehe, it's not as if you don't know Chen Sanliang's cruel methods. Among the lands occupied by the Demon Clan Army, how many survivors are left? You offered schemes to assassinate Chen Sanliang—do you really think you can wash your hands of it? Chen Sanliang is speaking now only to steady you all. Once he has gained a firm foothold, most of you will be slaughtered by him."

As Zhou Qiucheng's words fell, the atmosphere in the arena turned cold. Everyone looked at one another, embarrassment showing in their eyes.

But no one stepped forward now. They had risked their lives earlier to help Zhou Qiucheng exhaust Chen Sanliang's Essence, Qi, and Spirit, yet he still could not defeat Chen Sanliang. Did that not make Zhou Qiucheng look utterly useless? Did it not make Chen Sanliang seem all the more heroic?

With the situation shifting unpredictably, everyone's attitude immediately became somewhat ambiguous.

Watching this from the side, Zhang Chen could not help shaking his head inwardly. This bunch would never amount to anything. Everyone had selfish motives. Between death and survival, everyone knew what they ought to choose.

Seeing this, Chen Sanliang knew that he had already seized control of the situation. He could not allow Zhou Qiucheng to keep talking. It was time to bring everything to an end.

Then Chen Sanliang's aura began to rise around him. "Zhou Qiucheng, I will ask you just one thing. Will you