After killing the strongest King of Jin, all the feudal lords soon willingly knelt before the new emperor.
Yet what puzzled everyone was... the new emperor made a strange demand.
Li Ziwo forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart. He had just received a voice transmission from Xiao Zhen: in a moment, his benefactor would use a sword to make a small cut on every feudal lord.
Though it was strange, this man was ultimately the benefactor who had helped him ascend the throne. Besides, he was not the one who would be taking a sword strike.
"My beloved ministers, rise. To prove your loyalty to the Tang Dynasty, I need you to swear upon this treasured sword that you will forever remain loyal to the Tang Dynasty and never betray it!"
Xiao Zhen had already drawn the Sword of Destiny. Its cold gleam shone in every direction, filling the feudal lords with dread.
After all, that old bastard Li Keyong had just been pierced through the chest and killed by this very sword.
However, the Little Emperor had made it clear that the wound did not need to be large. They merely had to lightly nick their hands.
Some who considered themselves clever began to suspect that the sword had been coated with a poison capable of controlling people.
The emperor, or perhaps the Degenerate Commander, might be trying to use this method to directly control the feudal lords across the land. Many began to worry, fearing they would spend the rest of their lives under someone else's control.
As everyone was cut by the sword, those with deeper cultivation secretly examined their bodies.
To their utter confusion, there seemed to be no sign of poisoning within them.
Xiao Zhen glanced at the more than ten thousand points of