The force was domineering, making it impossible for anyone to muster the will to resist, and it forcibly pinned them all into their chairs.
They wanted to stand up, but they found themselves utterly incapable of doing so!
They seemed to be restricted by "Rules", unable to leave the chair and the ground—they were firmly nailed to the spot.
Moreover! This wasn't an isolated case!
When they looked at those around them, they found others were clearly struggling too, but just like them, unable to move a fraction!
'Mad. Truly mad.'
'Qiu Tu is truly mad!'
Along with this thought, the entire banquet hall resembled Hell, with all the leaders bearing extremely unpleasant expressions.
Some bold ones wanted to open their mouths to curse Qiu Tu or to unite everyone to flee, but they found.... Qiu Tu's command to "shut up" was literally a "shut up".
They could make no sound, nor could they send messages. Everyone present was muted.
