"West Earl, we can't. We don't want to die."
At Ji Fa's attempt to stop them, someone among the feudal lords sighed.
"That's right. You can't beat the king either, so just let it go..."
Another group of feudal lords said.
"This is trouble."
Guangchengzi and Samantabhadra exchanged a glance, and Guangchengzi shook his head.
If only Xiqi's house accused Di Xin of tyranny, the people under heaven might not believe it.
But if all the feudal lords under heaven joined together to speak of Di Xin's tyranny, then in this age of blocked news, it would be hard for the people under heaven not to believe it.
To use the words of a certain Taizong, the relationship between the people under heaven and the emperor was like that of boat and water.
Water could carry the boat, and it could also overturn the boat!
What Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya wanted was to stir the momentum of all under heaven, seize hold of the people's hearts, and use the waters of that great momentum to overturn Great Shang's rivers and mountains and replace it.
For this, Xiqi, long known for its "benevolent rule," had more competitive strength than the other feudal lords.
Originally, everything had been going smoothly.
But now, after Di Xin's Human King-level strength erupted, he had killed more than half of the seven or eight hundred routes of feudal lords in one stroke, frightening the rest into such a cowardly state that they knelt and begged for mercy.
But now came the problem: once these feudal lords surrendered, only their Xiqi house would be left.
Such a Xiqi would no longer be fighting to overthrow tyranny and save the myriad people from flood and fire; it would truly be committing insubordination and raising a rebellion.
That