Looking from the sky, the people were like a black flood that surrounded Kong City. They went deep into the city and arrived at the plaza at the foot of Inverted Peak Mountain.
People rushed over from all directions. Their headscarves were messy, their robes were wet, and their feet were covered in mud. However, their gazes were resolute. They did not panic at all in this unfamiliar place.
No one commanded or guided them. They instinctively avoided Kong Weishan's team and rushed behind Yan Yukong.
When the humans started to appear from all directions, Kong Weishan's team finally stopped.
Of the hundreds of thousands of people, only a little more than ten thousand had left. It didn't seem like the number had shrunk.
However, the team opposite them was growing at an incredible speed.
People from all over the Saint Origin Continent joined the team behind Yan Yukong.
The sea could accommodate hundreds of rivers.
Very soon, there was a sea of humans behind Yan Yukong. As a result, Yan Yukong continued to walk forward, allowing more and more people to stand behind him.
Soon, Yan Yukong was pushed in front of Kong Weishan by more and more people behind him.
Kong Weishan was retreating. The hundreds of thousands of people were retreating!
Yan Yukong was advancing. Yan Yukong's team was advancing.
Soon, the number of people behind Yan Yukong exceeded ten million!
Moreover, this number was still increasing rapidly.
The people of Kong City, who had been watching from the sidelines, were suddenly confused. Why was there a sea between Kong Weishan and Inverted Peak Mountain?
It was an ocean that even the Saints could not cross. It was an ocean that would never disappear.
Yan Yukong continued to advance. Kong Weishan continued to retreat.
In the end, the entire plaza was filled with humans. There were more than a hundred million humans!
This number was far greater than any gathering in the history of the human race!
This number was still increasing! It continued to increase! It continued to increase!
Kong Weishan's team of hundreds of thousands was forced out of the plaza.
Then, they were completely surrounded!
From afar, Kong Weishan's team looked like prisoners on an execution ground. Yan Yukong's team looked like the executioners and civilians surrounding the execution ground.
When the first batch of reinforcements appeared, the people behind Kong Weishan panicked.
They did not know what was happening or why this was happening. They could only gather together like a school of fish in the sea, hoping to avoid the ferocious predators.
Their huge banner had long been torn apart by the people on the other side.
The insufferably arrogant Kong Weishan didn't know how to do anything other than retreat. He could only stare blankly in front of him and occasionally look around in a daze.
He didn't understand why he had so many followers in Kong City, but there were more and more people on the other side.
Why was it that no one was willing to join their ranks even though they had been shouting on the leaderboard and in Kong City?
Ever since Yan Yukong said those words, not a single newcomer joined Kong Weishan's team.
Kong Weishan couldn't understand.
What about the Holy Clans?
What about the disciples of Confucius?
The Confucians? What about the Miscellaneous Family?
What were they doing!
Kong Weishan was screaming in his heart.
No one answered him.
When the number of reinforcements at the foot of the mountain exceeded 300 million, the increase in numbers began to slow down. However, it was only slowing down, and the total number was still increasing.
Three hundred million people gathered together like the sea, the mountains, the clouds, and the rain.
The space in Kong Weishan's team was further compressed. They were squeezed together like a group of bullied wives.
Yan Yukong looked at Kong Weishan in front of him.
"You want to compete in numbers?" Yan Yukong asked slowly.
Kong Weishan said with grief and indignation, "You actually colluded with the Dragons. You're cheating!"
"Be careful with your words." Ao Qingyue stared coldly at Kong Weishan.
Kong Weishan hurriedly shut his mouth and said with grief and indignation, "The right is in the hands of only a few people. No matter how many of you there are, you can't represent all the Saints! Don't be so arrogant. The Saints will save us! The Saint Clans will send people to help us immediately. You have the numbers, but you won't be able to withstand a single blow! "
"Weishan …" An old voice rang out from the crowd and spread throughout the sky.
Everyone looked toward the voice and saw a large group of old men in purple robes parting the crowd and slowly walking toward Kong Weishan and the others.
It wasn't a big deal if there were one or two Confucian scholars in the team, but when hundreds of them gathered together and walked forward with whips in their hands, they instantly became the focus of the entire city.
Even the combined forces of 300 million people weren't as attractive as these hundreds of purple-robed Confucian scholars.
Kong Weishan cried tears of joy. He turned to the people behind him and said, "Look, it's the Kong Clan's elders! The Kong Clan's elders have come to save us! Not only the Kong Clan's elders, but the elders of the six great Saint Clans have also come! The elders of the other Saint Clans have also come! We're saved! "
Many people in Kong Weishan's team had tears streaming down their faces. It was finally over. The saviors had finally arrived.
It was too terrifying to be watched by more than 300 million people in public.
They would rather be stared at by all the Saints than be stared at by so many people.
This was simply a nightmarish experience.
Everyone looked at the hundreds of purple-robed Confucian scholars and soon saw their especially familiar faces. However, when they looked carefully, they were all somewhat puzzled.
Because these Confucian scholars were aggressive and seemed to be angry, but they kept feeling that something was wrong.
The closer both parties got, the more puzzled they were.
Seeing that both parties were about to meet, the Kong Clan's elder, Kong Yingshi, gritted his teeth and looked at Kong Weishan.
"Weishan … Even now, you're still unrepentant! Not only did you defy the Saint Clan's judgment, but you also used the Kong Clan's name to intimidate others. You colluded with the Zong Clan and various Saint Clans and bribed the good-for-nothing trash of the various Saint Clans just to take revenge for your father being punished by the Kong Clan! You, for your own selfishness, ruined the reputation of the Kong Clan, ruined the reputation of the Saint Clans, and ruined the future of hundreds of thousands of scholars! You are guilty of unforgivable crimes! "
Kong Weishan and everyone behind him were stunned and looked at Kong Weishan in disbelief as he continued to approach.
Their vision was blurry, their minds were blank, and their eyes were blank. They even subconsciously turned their heads slightly, as if to confirm whether they still had the ability to think.
What was going on?
Weren't the higher-ups of the various Saint Clans secretly supporting him?
How did he suddenly become the one in the wrong?
Was this Fang Yun's illusion?
Kong Yingshi walked in front of Kong Weishan, raised his whip high, and shouted fiercely: "Bastard, kneel!"
The powerful pressure of the Confucian scholar rushed forward like a wave. Kong Weishan was just a Hanlin Academy student, and like a weed in the wind, his legs went soft and his knees hit the ground heavily.
The pain in his knees woke Kong Weishan up. He suddenly stood up and wanted to ask clearly, but Kong Yingshi's whip came down on his face.
Pa … Pa …
Whip after whip fell on Kong Weishan's body, and there were even a few whips on his head, which was the most vulnerable part, drawing blood marks in his black hair.
Kong Weishan was in unbearable pain, but he didn't have time to ask clearly. He hurriedly covered his head and face with his hands and shouted at the same time: "What did I do wrong? Without the official document of the Kong Clan's Torture Hall, who dares to hit me! Stop! I'm a descendant of Confucius, I'm a Hanlin Academy student of the human race, you can't hit me! I'm a scholar … "
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