There has always been only one who can stand above Danxiong, and one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, let alone this supreme imperial power?

The ministers looked up at him, but no one made any noise, and no one stood up to tell Chen Ao that he had surpassed his identity.

Chen Ao smiled enough, looked at Zhao Heng coldly, and said word by word: "Your Majesty killed the king and father, colluded with enemies and treason, and framed loyalty and kindness. Is this what the king should do? What are your Majesty's plans now?"

Zhao Huan's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he mustered up the courage to clench his fists and said, "I am the emperor, I am ordered by heaven. Who are you? How dare you criticize me for your fault? If you still know the way of a monarch and a minister, you will quickly step down and apologize for your crimes. I pardon you for not guilty."

Chen Ao's face gradually became cold. He pressed the sword with his hand, and his whole body exuded a fearful aura, saying word by word: "What if I don't retreat?"

Zhao Huan said in a hoarse voice: "You... do you dare to kill the regicide?"

Chen Ao slowly pulled out the Shangfang sword on his waist, and the light of the long sword flashed. The next moment, the sword light had pierced into Zhao Huan's abdomen. Chen Ao used all his strength and his body was also pressed on Zhao Heng, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, why don't I dare?"

Zhao Huan's blood splattered Chen Ao's whole body. Zhao Heng looked at the person in front of him who looked at him with mocking eyes in disbelief. He used all his strength to cover his abdomen and staggered a few steps before he found that the whole palace was full of silence. No one spoke for him, no one stood up, everyone looked indifferent, and he said word by word: "You... how dare you... I... I... took the order from heaven... I am the emperor... the king accepts the will of heaven... you... you... you..."

Zhao Heng could no longer say anything, so he fell helplessly in a pool of blood. The blood was soaked in the Dan rhinoceros and flowed down the steps.

Chen Ao took back his sword, turned around as if no one was around, and looked down from the Danji Temple. No one spoke in the martial arts hall.

It was silent, and it took a full stick of incense, and there was no sound of coughing.

What was Chen Ao thinking at this time? He didn't even know that, standing here, he seemed to see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and thousands of living beings. Standing here, he seemed to have a desire, life, death and robbery, all in a thought. He also saw that the emperor was furious, on the frontier of thousands of miles, because of the anger on the Dan Rhinoceros, countless people were fighting, the corpses in the wilderness were stacked, and blood flowed thousands of miles away.

He stood, as if he had become a painter. He held up his pen and dipped it in ink. The ink was full. Under him, a long scroll of thousands of miles was visible. There were singing and dancing in the scroll, the hardships of the world, and the various aspects of life. He was still holding the pen, as if thinking and doubting, because when he started writing, he changed not only the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles, but the fate of thousands of people.

Chen Ao closed his eyes, and a gloss that had never been seen before in his deep eyes flashed. His body was still stained with blood, and blood dripped along the sleeves of the robe. He raised his chin slightly, looked straight into the distance, with an incomparable pride, and opened his mouth slightly. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound was made, because only Chen Ao himself could clearly hear this sound: "I was ordered by heaven, for the Emperor."
Chapter completed!