A group of ministers knelt down before the Imperial Master and begged him piously to depose the Queen.

Yan Jue also looked at him expectantly.

The Imperial Master brushed his white robe with an air of immortality.

He just glanced at Yan Jue.

His eyes were like those of an immortal, aloof.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, you will be fine."

However, some poisons in the world can be solved by him just by raising his hand.

Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, he no longer suppressed his disgust for Chu Yun.

Staring at Chu Yun fiercely.

"Bitch, what else do you have to say now."

I have already thought of many ways to torture people.

He must make this woman who dared to dominate him pay the price tenfold and a hundredfold.

The Imperial Master stood in the hall, looking up at the people sitting on the high platform.

But his aura of overlooking all sentient beings was revealed in his life.

"Queen, don't be stubborn and go against the will of heaven."

When the Imperial Master said this, his whole person was calm.

It's like he doesn't care about everything.

When the emperor of the dynasty, Yan Jue.

The day he ascended the throne, he counted it all.

He is the true chosen one.

Unlike ordinary emperors, this one is definitely recognized by heaven.

Even if it is temporarily controlled by humans, it is impossible for God to ignore it.

All he has to do is comply with God's will.

For the sake of the world and for one’s own cultivation.

"The Imperial Master...deposed the Queen."

"The Imperial Master...kill the witch."

A group of ministers looked at the Imperial Master enthusiastically.

Some elderly ministers even saw the true face of the Imperial Master for the first time.

No one knows how old the National Preceptors are in this year. They only know that the National Preceptors’ abilities are extraordinary.

Legend has it that he has powerful magic, can detoxify hundreds of poisons, and can even communicate with heaven and earth.

There is nothing that the Imperial Master cannot do.

And as long as the national master takes action, there is nothing he can't do.

In the Yan Dynasty, the Imperial Preceptor was almost a god-like existence.

No one knelt down except Chu Yun and Yan Jue.

Only the frightened Xia family was left.

The Imperial Master glanced at him and said, "Does the Xia family also want to join the Queen?"

Master Xia only felt a strong coercion falling on his head.

I couldn't help but knelt down with a thud.

The Imperial Master curled his lips, quite satisfied with his reaction.

At the same time, a coercion fell on Chu Yun's head.

Such mortals can make them bow down and beg for mercy by releasing a little pressure.

It doesn't take much at all.

But, the next second.

The Imperial Master's gaze came over with a cold glance.

Looking at Chu Yun as if nothing had happened, he narrowed his eyes.

Why didn't she react at all?

Chu Yun was still sitting on the dragon chair.

He just changed his sitting position slightly out of disgust.

"I can't tell that the Imperial Master has higher prestige than the Emperor."

Yan Jue's eyes flashed.

Lower your eyes to block the emotions behind them.

The Imperial Master has always been worshiped as a god by Dayan.

To say that as an emperor, I don't mind is a lie.

But all along, the Imperial Preceptor has rarely interfered in the court.

Moreover, now I am seeking help from the Imperial Master.

Yan Jue roared angrily.

"Xia Chaohua, don't even think about driving a wedge between me and the Imperial Master."

As soon as Chu Yun spoke, Mr. Xia felt that the mountain pressing on his head had disappeared.

But he still didn't dare to get up.

The mortal fear of declaration.

The pressure was of no use to Chu Yun, and the Imperial Master finally raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yun squarely.

Then.

I was stunned.

Why does this person have merit?

No, it's not just merit, he can even faintly feel the power of faith in the other party.

Although it was very weak, it was not the kind of power of faith he had seen.

However, the smells are somewhat similar.

The Imperial Master frowned. Are there different types of faith?

After thinking for a while, he spoke.

"Empress, if you sincerely repent now, I can give you a chance. You can invite yourself to come down."

He spared her life because he believed that the other party had merit and faith.

Yan Jue's expression was shocked.

I couldn't help shouting, "National Master..."

The ministers below also stopped working.

"Master Imperial Master, the Queen not only interfered in the affairs of the state as a woman, but even poisoned the Emperor. It is not an exaggeration to even blame the Xia family for the nine clans. Please think again, Master Imperial Master."

"Please think twice and severely punish the Xia family."

"Severely punish the traitors."

Mr. Xia's hands and feet were trembling, and he almost couldn't hold himself up and fell to the ground.

Implicated nine ethnic groups...

Master Xia is like this.

Not to mention my grandson Xia Mingye who is just nine years old.

His small body huddled on the cold floor, his whole body trembling.

Tears filled her eyes, but she was stubborn and refused to let them flow down.

The Imperial Master raised his white and well-jointed hands.

Signaling for silence.

Looking at Chu Yun with indifferent eyes, he urged, "Queen?"

Chu Yun smiled sarcastically.
To be continued...