"Enough!"
Min Jiangtao could no longer contain himself, his powerful aura immediately spreading from within his body, crashing around like tidal waves and forcing the crowd to continuously step back.
As he was making tea, the teapot in Han Qianchou's hands exploded under the impact of the aura, hot water spilling everywhere.
"How dare you be disrespectful in front of His Majesty, seeking death!"
The Golden Armor Guards around them simultaneously drew their swords and encircled him.
Min Jiangtao spread his arms wide, his zhenqi surged, and the charging guards were thrown backward, smashing into the walls and creating huge holes.
"What are you going to do?"
Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the other party completely lost his temper, a hint of panic flashed in Han Qianchou's eyes as he hurriedly stood up.
Min Jiangtao stepped forward, "What am I going to do? I just want to ask if Mo Qing was killed by you."
