"Impossible!"
When he learned that King Wei Liu Wubing and Duke Wei Pan Shurong had been assassinated and killed last night, Ye Zhen smashed his cup at once, frightening Niu Er, who had rushed over with the urgent report, into barely daring to breathe.
The intelligence Niu Er had delivered was exceedingly brief.
At the Hour of the Rat on the first day of the seventh month, the 757th year of Jianwu in the Great Zhou calendar, King Wei Liu Wubing, who had captured Great Zhang Mountain, was suddenly caught in a cave-in atop Great Zhang Mountain in Luzhou. Purple magma erupted from the ground. King Wei Liu Wubing, his followers, generals, and more than a thousand personal guards all perished, their souls utterly extinguished. Not one escaped.
At a quarter past the Hour of the Ox on the first day of the seventh month, the 757th year of Jianwu, Duke Wei Pan Shurong personally led elite forces to reinforce Great Zhang Mountain when they were ambushed by Dao Realm Shadow Demons and the Winged Demon Legion. He died on the spot. More than a thousand accompanying personal guards and generals were killed in battle, while the hundred thousand elite troops he had brought were routed, with over half slain.
That was all the intelligence Niu Er had brought. It could only be called a brief report, nowhere near detailed intelligence.
As for detailed intelligence, there was none!
From this brief report alone, Ye Zhen found it filled from beginning to end with impossibilities.
For top Great Zhou commanders such as King Wei Liu Wubing and Duke Wei Pan Shurong to die on the battlefield like that was simply impossible. Nothing of the sort had happened in Great Zhou for over a thousand years.
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