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The spear in the hands of the personal guard of the Son of Heaven was not made of pure steel, it would be too heavy and would consume too much energy to lift.

Thus, the spears in these people's hands were made from Tong Mu's oil. They were tough, but not heavy. The tip of the spear was made of tempered steel, and there was a red tassel attached between the tip and the shaft.

Not only was the purple blade longer, it was also wider than an ordinary sword. If it was an ordinary treasure sword with a width of two fingers, then the purple sword would have a width of three fingers.

The snow-white robe looked pure, and Li Dao's expression was cold. Step by step, he walked up the steps of the white marble staircase.

"Kill!"

As the personal army of the Son of Heaven, these soldiers were naturally elites among elites, and were under strict orders.

The two long spears were pointed in unison. The soldiers wearing armour pressed against Li Dao as they all thrust forward.

The four foot long sword slashed out at a speed that was neither fast nor slow. It cut off the pike made from sesame oil, but it did not slow down at all and cut off the bodies of several soldiers.

Red, black, green, white, and dirty blood mixed with intestines flowed out.

Li Dao was expressionless as he walked straight ahead, taking a stroll in the courtyard. His sword never returned.

No one could stop him. He was like a child, holding a wooden sword and happily chopping at the weeds on the small path. However, his expression was not as pure as that of a child, and his footsteps were steadier than that of a child.

The poverty-stricken and rotten scholars who were originally cursing the evildoers had their faces covered as they held onto Zhu Lan, vomiting non-stop.

They had lived in temples all year long, but they had never seen such a hell-like scene before.

Not to mention these people, even if it was Prince Gong, his chest would still churn as he forcefully suppressed them. Swordfiend was worthy of his reputation as a Swordfiend. It was not without reason that he was titled as a 'Demon'.

Jing Tong let out a strange cry as he swung his meteor hammer, sweeping through a large group of soldiers.

Li Dao opened up a path in front of them, which led to a bloody path that led directly to the Hall of Golden Chimes.

Xiao Long, Sun Zhenzi, and Jing Tong. A dozen of deathsworn followed behind Li Dao to clean up the remaining soldiers.

The shouts of slaughter, curses, and vomiting mixed together had long since alarmed the official on the throne room.

However, just as Li Dao and the rest were walking towards the entrance of the main hall, the Shangguan Family was unable to escape even if they wanted to. They could only suppress their trembling legs and display the bearing an Emperor should have.

Looking at the eunuch beside him, the Shangguan family on the Dragon Throne finally felt more at ease.

Although the Chong De Palace was very large, it could not accommodate too many people. How could hundreds of soldiers stop Li Dao's advance?

As he stepped into the throne room, his snow-white clothes were unavoidably stained with scattered drops of blood.

The court was not in session yet, and the officials were not present, but the Shangguan Family had already arrived.

Logically speaking, the Emperor should have appeared only after all the officials had gathered. But now, the Shangguan family sitting on the dragon throne wasn't as dignified as he was now. He was a kind-hearted emperor.

As they stepped into the throne room, the gazes of countless people were locked onto Li Dao's group.

Many soldiers chased after them with long spears in their hands. For a time, the large throne room was actually rather quiet.

Li Dao went silent. He should have rushed forward to behead the Emperor on the Dragon Throne and then helped the Emperor sit on it. But now, he couldn't act rashly.

A surge of energy locked onto him. It was an old white-haired eunuch.

Unlike the ordinary eunuchs, this old eunuch did not have the feminine qualities of a eunuch. Instead, he exuded an extremely masculine and masculine aura.

Li Dao and the old eunuch looked at each other before coming to a conclusion. This person's martial arts skills were unfathomable. At the very least, his inner force was much stronger than Li Yao's.

"Zhao Li, I, myself, have treated you well. How can you do such a disorderly and logical thing?" Seeing Prince Gong, the official sitting on the dragon throne became furious and shouted.

"This mountain has already decayed and collapsed in your hands, full of holes. As a descendant of the grand ancestor, why not reconstruct the mountain and river and reinvigorate his ancestors' foundation?" Kung Wang did not back down, his sharp eyes fixed on his uncle.

Since the situation had developed to this point, there was no longer any leeway left for him to turn back, much less a formidable figure like Prince Gong?