To erase all traces of his involvement, King Biancheng had in fact deliberately restrained his power, making himself a guide for emotions rather than their manipulator. He had merely tossed in a spark of emotion, yet within that boiling cauldron of ever-spreading anxiety, a riot erupted like a blazing fire sweeping across the prairie.
Otherwise, with the power he possessed today, he could have driven these people mad with jealousy and wild with rage in a single encounter.
Once riotous emotions erupted, they already possessed the power to overflow on their own.
Under King Biancheng's imperceptible guidance, it was like wildfire consuming withered grass—the chaos had become impossible to contain!
On the warship representing the Red Parasol Navy, the officers also grew enraged. They instantly drew their blades and roared again and again, "Hold your ground! Hold your ground! Anyone who storms the pass will be killed without mercy!!"
The soldiers aboard moved at the command, drawing their blades and raising crossbows in unison, using the threat of life and death to hold back these people who had been carried away by rage.
"Something's not right..." Wu Minjun kept her calm and cried out loudly, "Everyone, calm down! Please trust the court! What we're facing now isn't any major problem. Losses can be compensated, missed deadlines can be rescheduled—every problem can be properly resolved!"
"Minjun is right!" King Qinguang loudly echoed her. "Everyone, calm down and listen to what Minjun has to say!"
Xiao Linzheng's eyelids twitched as jealous fire burned in his heart, yet he had no grounds to vent his anger at them. Remembering his identity, he leaped down from the tower ship like an eagle pouncing on a hare, seized a man who had already lost control and was shouting "Storm the pass," then gripped his throat