Inside the great hall.
Golden dragon columns cast twisted shadows in the sunlight, as the Xia Emperor's fingers turned pale, gripping the armrests of the Dragon Chair.
The incense mist from the bronze censer was disrupted by two powerful and opposing auras, revealing his forehead covered in fine sweat.
The Vast Qi of the four Confucian Semi-Saints descended like waves thousands of pounds heavy, forming web-like cracks on the jade steps in front of the hall.
The anger on his face gradually transformed into fear.
His court, his courtiers, all stood against him. He once could disregard the four Confucian Semi-Saints, but apart from the Left and Right Prime Ministers, the Li Family father and son are not ordinary people!
Within Li Nuo, there are three strands of Semi-Saint power.
And Li Xuanjing, his aura is even stronger. Just standing there imposed great pressure on him.
How could this be?
How could this be!
