"What does King of Mingzhou mean by this poem?"
"It means that he doesn't even want to be Emperor anymore; he'd rather become a murderous demon."
"Of course, that emperor's seat, even if he wanted to sit on it, he couldn't anymore."
"It has always been the clan that killed the redundant, but today he wants to protect the redundant and kill the noble families. He's going to offend the entire world..."
Even inside Menghu Pass, upon hearing the content of this poem, countless people felt their hearts seized with dread, as if an invisible night was pressing down on their heads.
"Boom!"
From afar, as Yang Gong ordered the charge towards the eerie fortress and earthen town stone walls, thunder and lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the blades held by the Food Protection Army.
