Qing Chen roared, his formidable divine sense crashing down like a towering wave.
The rest of Shen Wenzhao's words were forcibly driven back down his throat. He staggered several steps backward, the qi and blood in his chest churning.
"Yue Ting colluded with the Golden Tent. The evidence is right before your eyes!"
"He openly resisted arrest and fled beyond the pass, while every last one of you is at least at the nascent soul middle stage peak, either commanding hundreds of thousands of Border Army troops or governing an entire province's cultivators!"
Qing Chen raised the Blood River God-Slaying Spear, sweeping its point past the assembled men.
"Yet because I named Pei Xuance and Yan Zhen to pursue him, you truly let only those two give chase?"
"Were your legs broken, your cultivation crippled, or your hearts black?!"
"If a few more of you had taken the initiative to pursue him, then no matter how powerful that bizarre talisman was, how could Yue Ting have escaped so easily? How could Yan Zhen have suffered destruction of body and soul?!"
"Would tens of thousands of my soldiers still have died? Would Zhaoshenzi, who followed me from my humble beginnings, have died?"
The more Qing Chen spoke, the thicker the murderous aura around him grew.
"Although Liangzhou's Provincial Governor Yan Zhen disagreed with my policies just now, once I issued my command, he did not shirk in the slightest. He pursued the traitor alone until he died for his country!"
"That is what a Principal Third Rank governor of one of our Great Jin's superior provinces should be! That is a pillar of the Northwestern Circuit!"
No one had imagined that Yan Zhen, who had just been the first to oppose Qing Chen's decree, would, mere moments later, be publicly declared