Su Yu’s faint laughter sounded again, “Northern King, you are a traitor! Watch how I strip you of Your Throne and chop off your head!”
The northern king said coldly, “You, a dao fusing expert, can strip me of My Throne?”
What a joke!
His throne was conferred by the ancient imperial court. In this era, who could strip him of his throne?
However, in the Great Hall, the death spirit marquises were extremely worried, one of the death spirit marquises hurriedly said, “Heavenly king, that brush of his seems to be... seems to be the king Wen Brush. This... the ancient conferment seems to be written by King Wen. If he dares to say such words, will it affect the laws of Heaven and earth?”
The northern King was instantly shocked!
In the great hall, the morale of the people immediately fell.
This couldn’t really be taken away by that person, right?
