No one knew whether the Demonic Cult's intimidation was that powerful or Mount Hua Sect's name was that useful, but ever since news of the attack on Zhou Mansion spread, forces large and small from Pingyang's martial world had all gathered over.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Li Mu would never have believed that tiny Pingyang Prefecture could actually gather over a thousand martial artists.
Though most of them were merely unranked farmhand fighters, they were still a considerable force. If someone raised his arm and called out, taking Pingyang City would not be a problem.
Seeing one leaf and knowing autumn had come—if a mere Pingyang Prefecture had this many martial artists, then what about the entire Great Ming Dynasty?
Now Li Mu finally understood the court's difficulties. With so many violent elements in the jianghu, if it did not stir up a war between the righteous and the wicked to consume some of them, no one could sit securely on the dragon throne!
Whether it was a test or simply sheer carelessness, the task of dealing with Pingyang's martial artists fell directly onto Li Mu, who had little experience.
Inside the council hall.
Although guests from afar deserved hospitality, Li Mu still took the main seat without hesitation. This was no time for courtesy. Here, he represented not only himself, but also Mount Hua Sect and the Five Mountains Sword Sects.
As one of the three giants of the righteous path, it was inevitable that they would take the lead in a jianghu meeting held to oppose the Demonic Cult. Even if Li Mu were willing to yield, no one would dare accept.
Looking at the anxious crowd, Li Mu opened his mouth to reassure them. "Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed