Yama Calls for Life and Death, Blood Edge Charges the City and Slaughters All

"It was only because I spoke a fair word for Lord Wuwei that you people splashed dung at my doorstep and threw rotten vegetables! Even if Lord Wuwei killed every last one of you today, you'd only have yourselves to blame!"

"Who do you think you're blocking? He's the fierce man who took down the whole Zhao State with ten thousand men! Do those few wealthy gentry cowering in the back deserve to stir up storms and waves?"

"You're nothing but cannon fodder being used as someone else's gun!"

"Whether it's a hundred mu or ten mu, even the village idiot knows which one to choose!"

But those few clear-headed shouts were ultimately too feeble amid the surging sea of people.

The moment the words left their mouths, they were swallowed by the furious curses of the majority.

The common folk, bewitched by the wealthy gentry, had long regarded "Lord Wuwei" as an enemy come to seize their land. How could they listen to a single word of persuasion?

"Time's up."

Zhao Cheng's voice was not loud, yet it split through the clamor like a thunderclap.

He slowly raised his eyes, sweeping his gaze across the dark mass of commoners before him. The soul-seizing power of the Yin-Yang Arts abruptly spread out, bearing down upon the entire scene like Mount Tai crushing overhead.

In an instant, every commoner felt as though an invisible giant hand had seized their souls by the throat.

Though there was clearly nothing before their eyes, they somehow felt a savage beast vast enough to blot out the sky and cover the earth lunging at them. Their heads exploded with a hum, darkness washed over their vision, and their throats seemed stuffed with cotton—they could not force out half a word.

The scene that had been