Di Xin's Sword of the Son of Heaven fell to the ground.
He staggered backward and sank to one knee before the throne, the red light in his eyes flickering.
At that moment, he could clearly feel the royal command in his palm being suppressed by humanity's Dao imperial might.
The military souls of Great Shang that had surrounded him were also gathering behind Yin Jiao, little by little.
Thirty thousand imperial guards knelt outside the hall.
Every civil and military official knelt within.
Purple-gold vowfire swept over the White Jade Stairway, illuminating the entire Human Emperor Hall as brightly as day.
Di Xin tried to seize the Sword of the Son of Heaven again.
But the royal aura within its blade no longer answered him.
He was still the ruler of Great Shang.
But without military oaths answering him or vowfire protecting him, that royal command was nothing but an empty shell.
Yin Jiao stood before the hall, the Purple-Gold Imperial Seal between his brows slowly burning.
He looked at Di Xin, pain and resolve mingling in his eyes.
"Royal Father."
"Demon incense has clouded your mind. You can no longer command Great Shang's military souls."
As those words fell, the thirty thousand imperial guards outside bowed their heads even lower.
The jade pendant in Bi Gan's palm burned hot, and his aged eyes reddened.
Shang Rong prostrated himself and bowed, his voice trembling.
"Great Shang's rightful line has finally returned..."
Tears rolled down Queen Jiang's face as she stared fixedly at her two sons.
She thought this death trap had finally been broken.
But just as the officials were about to cry out to purge the ruler's side of evil influences-
A soft laugh sounded beside the throne.
"Heh, heh..."
Daji slowly raised her head.
The phantoms