Inside Imperial Pinnacle Hall, overturned incense burners and court tablets lay scattered across the gilded floor tiles.
"Get out, all of you!"
Emperor Qian Xi's roar exploded through the hall. As though granted a pardon, most of the court officials fled in panic, the hems of their robes fluttering wildly.
Only then did the civil and military officials realize that the ironclad case they had believed in was nothing more than a lie that would burst at the first poke before true power.
What evidence? What laws? In the eyes of a Supreme Grandmaster, they were merely ants that could be crushed at will!
In the blink of an eye, only a handful of people remained in the vast hall!
Zhao Xian's body trembled faintly beneath his purple robe. Dust covered Sun Lingyuan's golden armor, while Zhang Zhaoran had collapsed limply onto the ground, his official hat askew.
"Commander Sun!"
Zhao Xian suddenly turned around, his voice terrifyingly low. "Ningxue... what happened to her?"
Sun Lingyuan's Adam's apple bobbed. His mid-stage Grandmaster cultivation seemed so insignificant beneath Zhao Xian's oppressive aura.
Only then did he realize that this prime minister, foremost among civil officials, was radiating the terrifying aura of a late-stage Grandmaster!
"Dead... dead..." Sun Lingyuan forced out the two words with difficulty.
To everyone's surprise, Zhao Xian did not fly into a rage.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen.
When he opened them again, all that remained in those clouded old eyes was a chilling calm.
"Good... very good..."
Zhao Xian murmured softly. At some point, his fingers had dug into his palm, blood dripping from the cuff of his purple robe.
"Lu Xuan, you old bastard... you forced my hand..."
Watching this scene, Emperor Qian Xi suddenly felt a