Shen Chenghao hid behind the others, and upon seeing this, he hastily bellowed, "The power of this explosive isn't that great, don't be afraid! Charge!"
It's not that great.
Those who were rushing towards the stage, upon hearing this, could not help but want to turn around and hack at him—this explosive didn't fall on him!
To have limbs blown off, stomachs pierced through—was the power not great enough?
If hacking Shen Chenghao could earn Yang Wenxiao's forgiveness, they would certainly have surged forward already!
Besides, with Tong Sanlang making his whip dance like a golden bell cover, they couldn't even get close to the stage!
How could they charge?
Yang Wenxiao saw the fear in these people's eyes. He said nothing, just slowly sipping his tea with a cup in hand.
He understood the minds of these people, but he just wouldn't say the eight words "Lay down your swords, and all will be forgiven."
