Hanging! Hanging! Zhao Ruiming Takes Office as Speaker! Afternoon.
Time for the execution.
The area around the central square of the United Great City was already ringed by layer upon layer of people.
Some wore furious expressions, some remained calm, while others looked conflicted.
The United Great City had many people.
A moment later, the four men whose cultivation had been sealed were escorted here together.
Their faces were haggard, their clothes somewhat dirty and disheveled, their hair a mess. They did not look to be in good condition.
Song Shanhe had spent the entire day praying for the Demon Race to arrive and slaughter these treacherous rebels cleanly.
Unfortunately, there had been no response whatsoever from the Demon Race.
Feeling the shackles on his hands and feet, Song Shanhe raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight.
No one knew whether tomorrow or misfortune would come first.
Only yesterday, he had sat in the Speaker's seat, gesturing grandly and commanding the situation. But today...
Watching the furious crowd, Song Shanhe's expression remained just as it had always been.
The human race was ignorant. They knew only what he had done, not the deeper meaning hidden behind it.
"Beat these damned traitors to death!"
"That's right! Beat them to death! What kind of fucking Speaker is he? He got my son killed! My poor child!"
"A Saint? You betrayed the human race and still dared call yourselves Saints? You all deserve to die!"
"And poor Saint Ou! He was clearly doing it for the human race, yet they branded him a traitor! Bah!"
"Execute them! Execute them!"
"Execute them!"
The four men were brought forward step by step and made to stand in a row, while the cries rose and fell without end.
Whether they were traitors or