Under the might of the Fire Sparrow Kingdom's army, none of the enslaved Martial Cultivators could resist.
They obediently fell back into line.
Amid the chaos, Jiang Chen had already led Zhan Yang, JinLing, and the others to the back of the crowd.
"Quiet! All of you, quiet! Anyone who says another word will be executed on the spot."
Po Jun's cold gaze swept over the crowd.
Everyone trembled in fear.
Those at the very front felt as if their hearts were about to leap out of their chests.
In this atmosphere, even Martial Cultivators, with their strong mental fortitude, finally began to break down.
THUD!
A Martial Cultivator ran out, crying, and fell to his knees.
"Sir, spare me! I can't die, I still have things I need to do."
"I'm begging you, please let me go."
Once the first person spoke up, others hesitated for a moment before also kneeling to beg for mercy.
They hoped they could escape this place.
To break free from the Fire Sparrow Kingdom's grasp.
