"Daring to covet this lord's woman, you're courting death!"
A cold and majestic voice descended from the sky. The people below the city wall suddenly felt mountains pressing down on their shoulders, with invisible wind blades constantly lashing at their flesh and skin.
"Ah—!"
Most couldn't bear it and let out screams of agony.
The ground echoed with wails.
Only a few, with gritted teeth and bulging veins, managed to withstand the invasive force without screaming in pain.
For example, Ying Ze, Ji Yaohua, Yao Xinghai... and Wei Molili.
They stood amongst the crowd, enduring the sudden force, their expressions turning ugly.
"Who can be so formidable!" Sheng Yuli had already been forced to the ground, kneeling on one knee. He endured the pain, squeezing these words through his teeth.
Yet, even so, he remembered to firmly protect Qin Yiyao beside him before kneeling, taking much of the pressure on her behalf.
Jiang Tianhao was beside him, faring no better at the moment.
