Zhou Qiucheng's words were like startling thunder, exploding in the hearts of everyone present. Those who wavered were now becoming more resolute.
"This moment is one of a kind. Now that the chief villain Zhou Qiucheng is about to be executed, my great path requires more companions to help propagate it. If any of you have the will, now is the last chance to surrender," Chen Sanliang stood there, unmoving like a mountain. "Things have come to this point, I won't explain further. If you submit, your family young and old, disciples and followers, can all continue to live. But if you resist stubbornly, today will be your death day. Not only you will die, but even your family behind you will vanish like smoke."
Chen Sanliang's voice was calm, yet every word seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing heavily on everyone's chest.
The scholars among them had some backbone, but not much.
