"Roar—" Angry citizens ran towards Bai Zhongqi, wielding almost anything that could serve as a weapon: kitchen knives, folding chairs, flails, bricks.
Even Bai Zhongqi had just dodged a flower pot thrown from a window by a child upstairs.
The entire city had gone mad!
It seemed as if their everyday lives no longer mattered; their sole purpose was to kill Bai Zhongqi.
Yet, in reality, they couldn't.
No ordinary weapon could penetrate Bai Zhongqi's barrier, as the Chancellor walked the streets of Li'an Mansion with a trace of bemusement in his eyes.
He had probably guessed what this was all about, but he was still somewhat shocked that the Pilgrims could actually do this.
They created a world where billions could dwell and set up an exaggerated scenario to resonate with Bai Zhongqi and spark his desire to participate. However, everything, every person, had only one goal: to kill Bai Zhongqi.
