Daqian Imperial Palace!
Pa!
The gilded imperial desk shattered under a palm strike, and the memorials scattered like snowflakes.
The emperor of the Daqian Dynasty, Emperor Qianxi, in his dark dragon robe, stood with the twelve jade beads on his diadem colliding fiercely, producing a sharp, rapid sound.
"Such a Grandmaster!"
"Such a Grand Marshal of the Empire!"
The thirty-year-old Emperor Qianxi's voice was already hoarse, and veins stood out on his neck.
In the next moment, Emperor Qianxi suddenly grabbed the urgent report from the Ministry of War and forcefully threw it down the steps—
"Ten thousand Tiger Roar Guards!"
"Crushing the Black Iron Gate of the Heavenly Prison!"
"Is this truly my esteemed teacher?"
"In his eyes, does he still see me?"
Each word from Emperor Qianxi seemed squeezed out through clenched teeth, filled with boundless hatred.
"Mr. Chen, I will settle this affair for you three!"
