After Ye Xiu's declaration of war, Heyang City was immediately swept up in an atmosphere of extreme fervor for war.
The timing of those words had indeed been perfect.
The many cultivators of Heyang City had been grieving their losses and raging at having been deceived; naturally, thoughts of revenge had arisen in their minds.
Yet the Three Realms Sect was a great sect, and its headquarters lay thousands upon thousands of miles from Heyang City.
Cursing them out in the city took no effort at all. Going to seek them out for real, tangible revenge, however, might be somewhat difficult.
Originally, everyone had intended to search the city carefully to see whether any of the other side's people remained. Venting their fury on those leftover shrimp soldiers and crab generals would have been good enough.
But who could have expected that the very moment they conceived thoughts of revenge, Ye Xiu, as though he had foreknowledge, would shout for them: Those who severed our foundations would fight us to the death.
There was nothing more to say. Aside from the sheer relief of finally venting the pent-up anger in their hearts, the cultivators of Heyang City had only one feeling: choosing to live here had absolutely been the right decision.
The promise Sir had made—he had truly fulfilled it.
Though these residents of Heyang City were not, in essence, members of the Alliance, even now, Sir still upheld the oath he had once made;
As long as they remained here, the Alliance would protect them according to the rules. No matter whether they provoked some great sect or formidable devils and monsters of the Devil Race, so long as they lived their lives properly by the rules, absolutely no one would be able to disturb them.
Sir had been