I find it hard to believe.The young master before us, whose origins are unknown and who only roused a slight interest in me, can write such an article with just a pen. How ashamed the so-called talent...Chapter 628: Shocking

A handful of blood spurted from Wang Tenghuan's neck, staining the ground five steps away.

The Great Liang Dragon Sparrow drooped, its sword tip slanted toward the ground. The blade, as clear and cold as ice jade, remained unstained by blood. Blood trickled down the blade, converging at the tip into a single drop of thick blood before falling to the ground.

Meanwhile, Wang Tenghuan's head, full of resentment, rolled onto the ground.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was fate, but after Wang Tenghuan’s head rolled around, his wide eyes stared straight at Zhao Xuanji, as if questioning why he didn't intervene to save him.

Zhao Xuanji stared fixedly at the head that belonged to Wang Tenghuan on the ground, only feeling a shock and terror he had never experienced in decades spreading through his heart.

He was no stranger to death, nor to scenes of bloodshed.

But what he never expected was that dozens of his longtime colleagues in the cabinet would die right before his eyes.

He looked up, his gaze meeting Li Chen's.

Their eyes met in mid-air, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in the silence.

But Zhao Xuanji was the first to look away.

Li Chen's sword, Xue Yu, was dripping with blood. Zhao Xuanji wasn't sure if Li Chen would kill him in a fit of madness, right here in the Hall of Political Affairs.

After Zhao Xuanji's gaze shifted away, Li Chen said in a cold voice: "Wang Tenghuan defied the heavens, not only calling out this palace by name, but also threatening to coerce the palace. His crime is unforgivable, Grand Tutor, is this palace's handling of the situation appropriate"

Zhao Xuanji's palm trembling slightly within his sleeve robe wasn't from fear, but from anger.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, “Whether it is appropriate or not, Your Highness has already disposed of it. The old minister has nothing to say.”

"over seventy years old, he was hale and hearty, with a ruddy complexion and bright, piercing eyes. If it weren't for the white hair covering his head, if it were black, people would believe he was in...