"Prime Minister, state your final trial."
Zhang Yu's voice was as calm as water, yet seemed to carry an invisible magic that instantly enveloped the entire square.
The noisy crowd seemed to have been hit with a silencing spell. In an instant, not a sound could be heard.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily focused on Zhu Wusheng, whose face was pale.
In that moment, all the pressure came crashing down on Zhu Wuyuan's shoulders like a solid mountain.
The Prime Minister, who had always been composed and had "Righteous Qi" on his lips, now had fingertips that trembled ever so slightly.
He raised his head and met Zhang Yu's eyes, so calm they were almost terrifying. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and for the first time, a trace of panic stirred within him.
Over these past two days, this illegitimate son of the Sheng Family had shocked him far too many times.
First, with a single finger, he had slain and subdued Wu Lingyue, who possessed Peak Feathered Realm Cultivation, breaking the Sheng Family's age-old curse of poor aptitude.
Then, he had composed a poem that resonated with heaven and earth, displaying peerless talent;
After that, he had used a vicious scheme in the national war, defeating him with the force of a thunderbolt;
And today... today, with methods so wondrous they seemed divine, he had made all the Rebel Armies across the land surrender on the very same day!
Each and every one of these feats had exceeded his calculations, catching him off guard time and again.
Zhu Wuyuan had to admit that perhaps he really had underestimated this opponent.
And it wasn't just him.
At that moment, the hearts of the billions of people in the Eastern Sheng Kingdom were churning.
They replayed Zhang Yu's actions over these