Tremors.
Zeng Anmin's words stirred up an overwhelming shock throughout the great hall.
Everyone stared at him blankly.
It was as if they were listening to the Heavenly Script.
One had to know that before this, whether in court or in rumors from the martial world—
Xuanlun Mountain Villa had been erased from the map by Zeng Anmin's troops because it had robbed the disaster-relief grain transported by Dongfang Sheng and Sun Chuanfang on the Ganges River, then killed Dongfang Sheng and Sun Chuanfang.
Afterward, Zeng Anmin had used the Confucian Sage's Supreme Treasure in his possession to subdue Xuanlun Mountain Villa's Second Rank Ancestor, before leading troops up Xuanlun Mountain Villa and wiping it out.
Yet today, they had heard such a version of events in the great hall?
A completely different version...
Silence.
A deathly silence filled the great hall.
Emperor Jianhong's expression was grave. He took a deep breath, then looked at Zeng Anmin with a dark face.
"Beloved Minister Zeng."
"Though I am not versed in martial affairs."
"I know well the terrifying strength of a Second Rank Martial Artist."
"If, as you say, Dongfang Sheng and Sun Chuanfang both died at the hands of that Second Rank Guan Tiansheng."
"How did you learn of this?"
As he spoke, his gaze became incomparably sharp, like a sword hanging above Zeng Anmin's head.
He was questioning Zeng Anmin's words.
"That's right! If Second Rank Guan Tiansheng truly acted in person, how could any survivor have remained at the scene?"
"Could it be that you are merely making wild guesses?"
"And that Second Rank Formation Master Shen Qiu? Heh. If this old man recalls correctly, he already died during the Tongzheng era."
"Truly..."
Voices rose in heated discussion.
Zeng Anmin lifted his head expressionlessly, a trace of