Hearing Xue Beng's words, Huo Wushuang nearly covered his mouth.
"Hey! Don't talk nonsense! No matter how formidable the boss was, he couldn't guarantee that every one of his descendants would be a wise ruler! You're being unreasonable!"
"Who's being unreasonable?!" Xue Beng was especially stubborn. "He wasn't an ordinary person. He was a god! An eternal existence! What could he do about his descendants?"
Solitary Bamboo Sword, standing nearby, had no idea what Xue Beng and Huo Wushuang were talking about, but he could tell that the two of them were furious.
That was perfectly normal.
A Swan martial soul clearly meant someone from the imperial family. It was only natural for them to be enraged by this piece of history. Still, why did this teacher look like he was hearing this information for the first time?
The thirteen-year-old boy fell into deep thought...
Forget it. He couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.
Xue Beng grabbed Solitary Bamboo Sword and continued asking, "Um... let me test you again. Ten thousand years ago, which of Emperor Xue Ya's sons inherited the throne?"
"What Emperor Xue Ya? There was never an Emperor Xue Ya among the rulers of the Heaven Dou Empire." Solitary Bamboo Sword scratched his head, wondering whether he had remembered incorrectly.
"What?! There was no Xue Ya? Then let me ask you, the Spirit Hall Empire..."
"It was defeated by Emperor Xue Beng ten thousand years ago."
"What?!" Xue Beng nearly let out a whistle. "Say that again. Which emperor?"
"Emperor Xue Beng." Solitary Bamboo Sword looked at his teacher, suddenly seized by a bad feeling. Could it be... his teacher's brain wasn't working right?
Wasn't this history something every person on Douluo Continent had known since childhood? Why was his teacher getting so