Public uproar swept the realm-easier to shake Mount Tai than Pacification Commissioner Jia!

The Peak of the Thirty-Six Hanging Mountains was crowned with palaces.

At the summit of the Northern Commandant Office.

Xuanyuan Zhigu slowly entered the office.

At that moment, he felt as though he had plunged into an ice cavern, a bone-piercing chill surrounding him.

Lord Jiang sat quietly in a Grand Secretary Chair. His usually stern, imposing face was savagely contorted, and a searing flame seemed to flicker in his abyss-dark eyes.

Long before the Grand Secretariat received the urgent dispatch, the Embroidered Uniform Guard had already obtained the intelligence.

That ambitious brat had wrought a victory straight out of an impossible fantasy!

"Lord Jiang, how on earth did he do it?" Xuanyuan Zhigu looked grave, his confidence dealt a crushing blow.

Lord Jiang had deliberately framed him and deceived the people. He would inevitably face attacks from across the realm, while also alienating the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Those concerns were secondary. All of that remained manageable.

What truly made their blood run cold?

Eight hundred men had routed sixty-five thousand elite troops!

Every one of them a hardened barbarian warrior!

Jiang Wuyuan's gaze turned icy as he rasped:

"I can no longer see through him."

He suddenly rose and left.

Bewildered, Xuanyuan Zhigu followed close behind.

They entered the Imperial Prison.

Criminals were confined in cell after cell.

The imposing man in a Golden Flying Fish Uniform clenched his hand into a fist. Without using inner qi, he battered the prisoners into bloody pulp, punch after punch.

The Imperial Prison became a sea of blood, severed limbs strewn everywhere.

And Jiang Wuyuan's hysterical roars filled it!

Within barely a quarter of an hour, Jiang Wuyuan emerged drenched in blood.

Xuanyuan Zhigu's scalp prickled. He had never seen Lord Jiang lose control in such a furious frenzy.

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