Emperor Jianhong opened his mouth.
He looked at Master Xu.
He wanted to curse him.
But in the end, he swallowed the words back down his throat.
When it came to Master Xu, he ultimately still lacked the courage at this moment.
His expression was incomparably gloomy, but after holding it in for so long, he truly could not endure it any longer. Looking at Master Xu, he said in a deep voice:
"Over four hundred Confucian Cultivators—if they all die in this illusion formation, Master Xu, you will not be able to shirk the blame!"
Those words sounded, more or less, rather stifled.
If it had been anyone other than Master Xu today, Emperor Jianhong would have had them sliced alive on the spot.
Over four hundred Confucian Cultivators.
And they were no ordinary Confucian Cultivators.
They were the elites from every region.
Such a force could absolutely be called the backbone of the Imperial Court!
Yet they had simply been lost for nothing.
Zeng Shilin's expression was equally grim as he stared at Master Xu.
"If anything happens to my son, Xu, even if I must bring this before my master, I will never spare you!"
The scene fell utterly silent.
Not a single person dared to speak.
Even Empress Bai merely looked worriedly toward the illusion formation. She opened her mouth as if to say something, yet ultimately closed it again.
Master Xu said nothing, only giving a bitter smile.
"It was this old man's oversight."
"Minister Zeng, Master Xu was indeed at fault in this matter, but now is not the time to seek trouble with him."
Emperor Jianhong could not help but speak up to console him.
His anger toward Master Xu had truly reached its limit.
But at a time like this, he