Once these words were spoken, more than three hundred people crossed over.
Zhongxuan Sheng said leisurely, "I forgot to tell you something: my name is Zhongxuan Sheng. I have an uncle who treats me like his own, named—Zhongxuan Chuliang!"
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Instantly, the training ground surged with people.
No less than three thousand people fled as if escaping to the side of allegiance.
In an instant, the allegiants reached more than half of the Ximing City's defenders.
The name of the murderer indeed reached this point!
Zhongxuan Sheng's gaze swept over again; even those who gritted their teeth and didn't choose allegiance were trembling in fear!
"Wang." Zhongxuan Sheng's voice was very calm, in a consulting tone: "These are all military-trained soldiers, who can fight once they pick up weapons. Refusing to submit, in the end, they are a major problem. We have few people, it's difficult to spare manpower to guard them. Do you think they should be massacred?"
