Silence!
The entire Qingyang City square was deathly silent. Twenty thousand people had been killed, and the whole world seemed to have fallen silent.
Not a single person spoke. They could not utter a word, only staring at the horrifying sight before them, their pupils filled with terror.
Twenty thousand men—an entire force of twenty thousand elite soldiers!
In just a few breaths, they had been slaughtered to the last man. Not even a scrap of armor remained; not one had survived.
The two generals who had led the clamor, boasting of themselves as valiant warriors, had died the most miserably. They had been sliced into hundreds of pieces. Even being torn apart by five horses would not have been this wretched; they looked as though they had been chopped into mincemeat.
Even though they were Qingyang City's military elite and had once fought bloody battles against Nether Ghost giant demons, they had never witnessed a scene like this.
The thick stench of blood in the square nearly made them vomit, yet no one dared make a sound, afraid of provoking the fiend on the high platform and bringing disaster upon themselves.
Before this, they had thought Xia Ping was joking, that he did not have the guts. But now, no one believed he was joking. The lives of twenty thousand men lay before them—an ironclad fact.
"If you're out in the world, you've got to keep your word. If I say I'll kill your whole family, then I'll kill your whole family. Go on, who else refuses to submit? Step forward, and I'll immediately wipe out your entire family and exterminate your nine clans."
Xia Ping's expression was exceedingly calm as his gaze swept across every soldier in the square, wanting to know who else remained unconvinced.
These people