The helpless car owners could only keep honking their car horns to drive away the walking crowd.

However, these walkers did not show any weakness. They pointed their fingers at the car owner and yelled at him. Once the car owner retorted, he would be forcibly dragged out of the cab and beaten arbitrarily by other aggressive walkers.

Thanks to the extremely strong physique of everyone on Blue Star after the recovery of spiritual energy, even if they are surrounded and beaten, the lives of those dragged out will not be in danger for a while, but they will inevitably be hospitalized afterwards.

This is not over yet.

In the studio, while operating the display screen, the host turned his head to the camera and said:

"Dear viewers, what you just saw is a sudden walking activity in Tangcheng. We don't know what caused this activity for the time being, but..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms to hold the corners of the screen, and then pushed his arms toward the middle. In one breath, the entire nine-square screen was reduced to a small window.

Then, the host moved the small window to the lower right corner and pushed his body to the side to reveal the entire screen.

There are dozens or hundreds of small windows on it.

Each small window is a nine-square grid. Upon closer inspection, each nine-square grid is an aerial photo of a certain city, and there is a walking crowd composed of tens of thousands of people.

A rough calculation shows that there are tens of millions of people participating in sa walks in all cities.

"Uh...this?" Expert Liu not far away was stunned and said, "This has never seen such a large-scale walking activity in history."

"Yes." The host nodded, then looked at the camera and said seriously, "According to statistics, there are currently 10 cities in Daxia with at least 10,000 people walking at the same time, and some large cities even have 100,000 people walking.

We have reason to believe..."

"...We have reason to believe that His Majesty the Emperor will definitely respond to the voice of the people of Great Xia."

In a very spacious but elegant tea room, several old men in ancient robes slowly drank tea.

One of the tall and thin old men said leisurely:

"It can be seen from the fact that His Majesty possesses tremendous power but has never abused it, that His Majesty is an emperor with a very benevolent heart."

"Yes." A luxurious old woman smiled kindly, "According to the analysis of the United Federation of Think Tanks, aside from the killings His Majesty has caused in foreign countries, there are not many people that Your Majesty has actually killed since he showed his abilities.

, not as good as the death toll of a local war."

"Well." A bald old man slowly poured tea, "Although each of the seventeen psychological models about His Majesty is very different, and there is no way to generate a model that can cover all of them, these models have one thing in common -

Your Majesty cares very much about the Daxia Empire and the people of the empire."

"This is a very strange thing." An old man with a long beard shook his head and said doubtfully, "Those who have surpassed many ordinary people in body and soul from ancient times to the present all have a cold-hearted nature, regardless of good and evil ethics, and do not know how to do it.

Bound by the so-called love, friendship, family ties, and family ties. But His Majesty may be too young. Even though his power is far beyond imagination, deep down in his heart, he still has a strong sense of belonging to [people], especially to [people].

Daxia people are very concerned about this concept and have a strong sense of belonging. Perhaps His Majesty himself is not aware of it."

"Alas~" the gorgeous old woman smiled kindly, "So His Majesty needs us old guys to work hard. His Majesty's original intention is good. He wants to take back power and develop Daxia to be stronger. But he is a bit impatient.

In fact, according to the current international situation, even if we do nothing, all countries will still gradually surrender to Daxia, so there is no need to rush it."

She looked at the middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes standing respectfully next to her, and asked in a warm voice: "Xiao Wu, have the industrial protests against production begun?"

Xiao Wu said respectfully: "Yes, a total of 950,000 large and medium-sized factories and 12 million craftsmen in Daxia have launched production protest activities in various cities five minutes ago."

"Okay!" The tall and thin old man chuckled, "To govern a country, strength alone is not enough. Commerce, industry, and finance are all pillars of the country. Even if His Majesty is as powerful as a god, you must have enough [

Only by using your own hands can you sort out these complicated matters, large and small, otherwise Your Majesty will be bored to death even if he is not tired."

"And [Hand] needs to lure it with profit and support it with profit." The long-bearded old man shook his head and said, "Such complicated and trivial matters will be handled by our Commercial Federation. Your Majesty only needs to continue to be a god, and human affairs will be done.

Well, let people handle it."

"That's right." The old lady smiled kindly, "Well, when I think that His Majesty is the same age as my grandson who has passed away long ago, I groan... I feel that he is as lovable as my grandson."<

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She couldn't help but put her hands on her face and sobbed: "How can such a young and immature child like Your Majesty put such a burden on your shoulders? It would be so tiring. Your Majesty should just enjoy peace of mind in the palace."

Days, let old people like us do all the hard work."

Bang!!

A wall of the teahouse suddenly exploded, frightening several old men and women to stand up and take a few steps back. The middle-aged man named Wu stood in front of the old men with a serious look on his face. The aura in his body surged and he released an energy that surpassed the Indestructible Vajra.

The breath.

Pa~pa~pa~

A sturdy young man with a pure red sword on his shoulder slowly walked out of the hole in the broken wall.

This young man has an unruly face, scarlet eyes, and a murderous aura all over his body that hisses and screams like little bloody snakes.

It is Song Di.

He tilted his head and looked at the frightened old lady dozens of meters away. He drew the knife across a half arc from his shoulder, pointed it squarely at it, and sneered:

"Old cousin, even ten miles away I could hear you acting so careless and asking my master to be your grandson?! Hehe, you have had enough life and I have to find someone to take you to the cemetery!"

After saying that, his face turned cold, and before the sword came out, the substantial murderous aura emanating from his body condensed into hundreds of blades and shot towards the horrified old men and ladies in front of them.

"Don't..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Wu was so frightened that he tried to stop him, but it was too late. The old man and old lady who screamed in fright and had screams of fright were cut into pieces by a thousand swords and exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.<

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The sword storm did not stop after strangling the senior executives of the Great Xia Business Federation, but continued to blast towards the far wall of the teahouse.

Boom!

The long bloody dragon smashed into the thick wall of the teahouse, shrouding the manor outside in a storm of sword energy.

Song Di didn't take any action at all, and destroyed a vast suburban manor with just her own murderous aura.

And in the distant city of God.

The Guangyang Palace next to the outer wall of the Imperial Palace is still begging Mu Cang to appear.

Several hours of kneeling have made these nobles who usually enjoy themselves complain.

Many people have even begun to retreat.

But at this moment, the door to the outer wall of the Imperial Palace opened.
Chapter completed!