The Eighth Prince's order actually equated to publicly sentencing those millions of Martial Artists to death!
No matter what, it was a death sentence.
How should one choose?
"Are you all fools? Just being commanded by him to send yourselves to die like this?"
Suddenly, a voice emerged from within the crowd.
The words struck a chord deep within everyone's hearts.
Many didn't recognize the young man shouting, but they knew he was strong.
They seemed to have found their backbone.
With someone leading, they dared to do things they normally wouldn't.
"That Eighth Prince treats you like livestock, driving you to your deaths, and you really are willing?
Rebelling might also mean death, but at least you'd die with dignity!
If you don't rebel, you'll also die, and it will be without any dignity!
We are millions; even if we can't kill all of them, we can still bury a few alongside us, right?
