Outside the main hall.
Millions of citizens and tens of thousands of troops gathered together, packed densely. Just looking at it was enough to make one's heart race with fear.
On the steps on either side of the main hall, soldiers stood imposingly on each level, holding flags over ten meters long. The flags unfurled and fluttered in the wind, rustling loudly.
It seemed to echo the tense atmosphere present on the scene.
The crowd was a sea of voices; over a billion people were not idle. They all raised their arms and shouted in unison, as if they intended to flip the heavens and earth.
"Swear to guard the Xuan Clan to the death!"
"Swear to guard the Xuan Clan to the death!"
"Loyalty to the little Princess!"
"Loyalty to the little Princess!"
Feng Qingshui led a group of commanders on the steps, their expressions grave, standing in a row like statues, motionless.
