"Regicide?" He chuckled softly, his tone cool, "You're not, and you're not worthy."
"Clang!"
The next moment, the Dragon Sparrow Sword was unsheathed, cutting through the air straight towards the dragon throne.
The old emperor screamed and collapsed to the ground.
The blade directly severed his crown, scattering his hair all over the floor.
In ancient times, the body and hair were regarded as sacred, so having one's hair cut off was a blatant insult.
Si Fuqing felt no sympathy or pity for the old emperor; she raised an eyebrow with interest.
She definitely came at the right time, it was quite intense for the opening scene?
The old emperor was too frightened to speak, trembling uncontrollably.
Even the guards outside who came to rescue didn't dare to enter.
"I'm here." The white-robed emperor turned around, hands behind his back, "For those who dare to cause trouble, rebel against the state, and disrupt the order—"
