"Those who remained in Xianyang could only bear the calamity of the Qin-Confucian conflict. For the people of Xianyang, our Confucian School will show no mercy!"
Zai Wo spoke again in a cold voice. This was the final ultimatum to the people of Xianyang: Leave, or if they refused, he would kill them along with the Confucian School's enemies! To offend the Confucian School was to court death!
Zai Wo's words struck directly at the people's hearts. After all, the common people were simply too weak. In battle, the shockwaves alone could kill countless people. The Confucian School would not care about the enemy's lives or deaths, and this made the people hesitate even more.
Not leave? Once the fighting began, the heavens would collapse and the earth would split. They could not withstand anything from outside.
The common people fell silent. Almost everyone looked toward Soaring Sky Hall.
"Clap, clap, clap!" Ying applauded.
"Not bad acting!" Ying said with a laugh.
It was as if Zai Wo had truly come to congratulate Great Qin on its longevity.
"Ying, do you think we say things we cannot do?" Zai Wo said coldly.
"Threaten me with the common people? You are not qualified!" Ying said indifferently.
Zai Wo's expression changed slightly.
"Get out!" A series of loud shouts suddenly rang out throughout Xianyang City.
One group after another of people dressed in Confucian Robes were driven out of different halls by large numbers of soldiers.
The Confucian Robe-clad scholars were all disheveled and bound. The soldiers kicked and beat them as they brought them to the various Central Plazas. From all directions, nearly four hundred thousand Confucian scholars were brought out by the soldiers and scattered across the various plazas, where they were forced to kneel. A great saber was held