At this moment, the atmosphere in the scene was stagnant. On one side was Chen Sanliang, on the other side was Zhou Qiucheng. Everyone was swaying back and forth, unable to decide which side to choose.
Zhou Qiucheng noticed that some people's will began to waver, and he immediately got anxious, his voice echoing throughout the venue like a resounding bell: "Haha, Chen Sanliang's cruel methods, you are not unaware. How many survivors are left in the territories occupied by the demon race? If you think you can escape responsibility by conspiring to assassinate Chen Sanliang, you are mistaken. Now Chen Sanliang speaks, but it's just to stabilize you. Once he gains a firm footing, most of you will be killed by him."
As Zhou Qiucheng finished speaking, the atmosphere turned cold, and everyone looked at each other with an expression of embarrassment.
