Chapter 640: No Reverence for Life, a Madman Worse Than a Beast

Chapter 640: Chapter 434: No Reverence for Life, a Madman Worse Than a Beast

“What he’s done is utterly despicable! He’s the one who single-handedly caused this disaster in the Great Jing Empire, and he must be punished for it!”

He was overwrought, still immersed in the pain of losing his brothers.

Another man, who had the look of a scholar and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, spoke in a slow, deliberate manner. “From a historical perspective, Chu He’s rise has always been shrouded in suspicion.

His strength grew far too quickly. He must have used some kind of nefarious means.

It’s now clear that in his pursuit of a higher realm, he was willing to sacrifice countless lives. Such actions violate the fundamental principles of human morality and are a blasphemy against civilization itself.

He is a Demon hiding in the darkness, a monster in human guise, committing acts more depraved than any beast.”

Unsurprisingly, the livestream sent shockwaves around the world.

Fueled by the Bright Holy See’s malicious editing and widespread propaganda, the story of the disaster in the Great Jing Empire spread to every corner of the world via the livestream.

And the uninformed public, misled by the Bright Holy See, turned their outrage on Chu He, launching a barrage of fierce criticism against him.

In a remote village, a farmer with weathered, dark skin and a face full of wrinkles sat in his small courtyard, watching the livestream on a battered old television.

His hands, calloused from years of labor, were clenched into tight fists, his face a mask of fury. “How could that Chu He do something like this! All those people were innocent! To get stronger, he just throws away lives like they’re nothing… He’s a complete bastard! We may be poor, but we still know how precious life is. How could he be so heartless!”

His voice, thick with a country accent, reverberated through the small courtyard.

On a street in a bustling metropolis, a beggar in tattered clothes huddled in a corner, his eyes glued to the livestream playing in a nearby shop.

His hair was disheveled and his face grimy, but it couldn’t conceal the fury in his eyes. “I may be a beggar, but I still know right from wrong. That Chu He is scum, ruining a perfectly good Empire like that. Those poor people… If he were standing in front of me, I’d spit right in his face. A guy like that deserves to be sliced into a thousand pieces!”

He punctuated his words by waving his chipped bowl—his own small act of protest against Chu He.

On a bustling commercial street, a small shop owner stood in his doorway, his face flushing red with anger as he watched the livestream on his phone.

His shop was filled with a dazzling array of goods, but with no customers in sight, he couldn’t be bothered to care. “That Chu He has gone too far! I work from dawn till dusk running this shop, just hoping for a peaceful life, and he comes along and throws the whole Great Jing Empire into utter chaos. He’s treating lives like a game! If everyone acted like him, the world would fall apart! He should be arrested and made to pay for what he’s done!”

His voice rang out over the noisy street, drawing glances from passersby.

In a tranquil park, a young mother was playing with her child on the grass.

Her face, which had been alight with a joyful smile, instantly soured upon seeing the livestream on her phone. Her smile vanished, replaced by an expression of anger and worry.

She pulled her child into a tight hug, as if terrified he too might suffer some terrible fate. “That Chu He is completely deranged! All I want is for my child to grow up safe and sound, and he goes and does something like this in the Great Jing Empire. Those poor children… their parents must be heartbroken. Chu He is a Demon! What he’s done is unforgivable!”

Her voice trembled, thick with condemnation for Chu He.

People from different empires and all walks of life, misled by the Bright Holy See, had come to despise Chu He to their very core.

Their words were like sharp daggers, each one piercing the man who had been framed,

And the truth lay buried beneath an overwhelming avalanche of accusations.