Emperor-Killer Criminal

Facing Gu Rong's question, Tian Hao did not answer, but someone else did.

"I invited the Sword Saint of the Nation back."

A figure strode into the grand hall. It was Xue Qinghe.

"Qinghe, are you staging a coup?"

Watching his eldest son enter wearing a crown and even refer to himself as "I," Xue Ye's already pale expression instantly turned livid, making him appear all the more sinister.

Had he not suppressed it with his formidable cultivation, he might have coughed up blood from anger.

The scene he had feared most had still happened.

Earlier, he had deliberately sent Dugu Bo over to explain matters and tell his eldest son to behave himself. He would leave him a way out, for he was his son no matter what, and the situation inevitably reminded him of his own past.

He bore great responsibility for his son having reached this point.

Yet he had not expected his eldest son to take this step anyway, even colluding with the Sword Sect, and perhaps even Spirit Hall.

"Imperial Father, do you still think I was the one who poisoned you? I am truly disappointed in you!"

Striding forward, Xue Qinghe wore a disdainful smile. He raised a hand, snatched the Heaven Dou Scepter from his old father's grasp, pushed him aside, and sat upon the imperial throne.

At the same time, he ignited the crown and the Heaven Dou Scepter in his hand with Soul Power. Pure white radiance spread outward, further illuminating the entire hall.

The crown and scepter inherited by the Heaven Dou Imperial Family were a complete set. The crown was not merely for storage; it could also amplify one's Soul Power. It was a top-tier Soul Tool set, no inferior to Spirit Hall's Pope's Scepter.

He had exchanged for