Eight Hundred Feudal Lords Enter the Game, and War Breaks Out Across the Human Realm

Xiqi City.

Marquis of Xibo's residence, the grand hall of state affairs.

Ji Chang sat in the seat of honor, holding the silk scroll covered in words of grace. Yet his fingertips were ice-cold.

Below him, his eldest son Bo Yikao, his second son Ji Fa, and all the important ministers of Xiqi held their breaths, their minds taut. The atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

Shen Gongbao, meanwhile, sat calmly to one side.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound shattered the dead silence in the hall.

Ji Chang slammed the silk scroll onto the table. His face, usually known for its benevolence, was now twisted.

"Insane!"

"Di Xin—he's truly gone insane!"

He abruptly rose and paced back and forth across the hall, his graying beard trembling slightly with his agitation.

"Edict of Recommendation... What an Edict of Recommendation!"

"Called an act of grace, but truly a butcher's knife! He intends to exterminate all eight hundred feudal lords under Heaven!"

Seeing his father lose control, Bo Yikao hurried forward, picked up the silk scroll, and quickly read through it. His expression changed drastically as well.

"Father, this... Once this law is enacted, won't our Xiqi..."

"Won't it be finished?"

Ji Chang suddenly stopped and fixed his bloodshot eyes on the royal edict in Bo Yikao's hands.

"I, Ji Chang, have a hundred sons! Most are adopted, but under this edict, all of them will be enfeoffed!"

"No matter how vast or prosperous our land in Xiqi is, what will be left after dividing it among a hundred people?"

"When that time comes, without Great Shang sending a single soldier, our people in Xiqi will slaughter one another and endlessly fight among themselves over those pitiful fiefs!"

"Within three generations, our branch of Xiqi will become nothing more than a group of country