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No one in the great hall cared whether the Chu Emperor would be angered to death.

The ministers all watched Su Fan nervously, terrified that one wrong word would bring about their own deaths.

This Sword Saint was vicious as hell!

The affairs of the Chu Kingdom had come to an end. As for just how deep the waters ran beneath it all, Su Fan had not seen through them.

He did not care whether it would provoke retaliation from the Demon Race afterward.

He would simply wipe them out with a single sword strike.

He did not even care what secrets lay behind the Demon Race's theft of the Chu Kingdom, nor what agreement Hu Tianfei had mentioned.

What Su Fan needed to do now was find the person behind the dead soldiers sent to kill him.

He would let them know the consequences of provoking him.

"You handle the Chu Kingdom yourself. There is no need to be timid and hesitant. Whoever dares defy you, kill them outright."

"You only need to know that there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with one sword. If there is, then use two!"

Su Fan said as he looked at Zhou Yun.

"Yes, I know what to do."

Zhou Yun bit her lip and nodded, her gaze gentle.

Su Fan looked at the ministers and said with a smile, "I trust that all of you are loyal ministers, because loyal ministers tend to live longer. Treacherous scoundrels are often split apart by a single sword!"

The ministers all revealed ingratiating smiles and nodded repeatedly, declaring themselves utterly loyal and promising to obey the Empress in all things!

Su Fan raised a hand and grabbed the sack containing the black-robed man's corpse, tossing it to Hu Tianfei behind him.