Inside the Yuji Hall, golden floor tiles lay scattered with overturned incense burners and tablet boards.
"Everyone get out of my sight!"
Emperor Qianxi's roar exploded in the hall, and most of the ministers, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly retreated in panic, their official robes billowing.
Only then did the entire court realize that what they thought was an ironclad case was merely a lie that could be shattered with a single poke in the face of true power.
Evidence and laws, in the eyes of this supreme Grandmaster, were nothing more than ants that could be crushed at will!
In the blink of an eye, the vast hall was left with only a few individuals!
Zhao Xian's body trembled slightly under his purple robe, Sun Lingyuan's golden armor was covered with dust, while Zhang Zhaoran slumped on the ground, his official hat askew.
"Mr. Sun!"
Zhao Xian suddenly turned around, his voice low and terrifying, "Ningxue... what happened to her?"
