At this moment, everyone looked at Tang Seng mockingly. Every one of them thought he was a fool.
Many people shook their heads.
"We won't listen to you. We have to get rid of the Mist. We need sunlight!"
"That's right, we want sunlight! We don't want this Mist!"
The crowd closed in around them.
Some were even impatient to start fighting.
Tang Seng looked at them and kept trying to persuade them. "Everyone, don't panic. Listen to me!"
"I am a savior. I am the Savior!"
"I won't hurt you. Everything I do is for your own good!"
But no one listened to a word he said.
"So what if you're a savior? Does that make you so great?"
"We don't need you to save us!"
Their expressions were vicious.
The things they said were almost unimaginably vile.
Even Sima Yi, who was good at tolerating a few harsh words, probably could not have endured abuse from so many people.
In history, however, it had been precisely the opposite. Sima Yi had been exceptionally skilled at winning people over, and very few dared to speak harshly to him.
Yet he had won over the Shi Clan, and so founded the most feeble, most laughable Jin Dynasty.
It was far more laughable than the Great Song Dynasty.
When they had been divided into the Three Kingdoms, they had still crushed their neighboring states.
But when it came to them, they were crushed by their neighbors after only a few decades.
Watching this, Wenren Sheng found it rather interesting.
Tang Seng definitely would not give up.
Even with so many people pressuring him, he would not give up.
And in fact, it would have been very easy for the four of them to resolve this now.
They possessed power like gods