Emperor Qing looked at this Heavenly Giant Sword with a pale face, only to feel that the power of the so-called Great Grandmaster was so small.

How far has the gap become?

He was unwilling and didn't believe it, but the ironclad facts made him have to believe it.

There was confusion between the eyebrows and eyes.

The breath of death was so clear that it enveloped him.

At the last moment, a dull roar erupted from his mouth.

Like a trapped beast in a desperate situation, he burst out with unprecedented strength.

A vast amount of terrifying true qi poured out from every pore of his body.

He seemed to have turned into a man of light, his body shining with terrifying light, and even the air began to distort in the explosion of royal true qi around him.

In the face of this heavenly giant sword, he did not retreat but advanced.

As soon as he stepped out, the ground collapsed, and he was like a cannonball, bursting out in an instant, jumping high.

However, when the golden sword fell, all resistance seemed so small.

In an instant, Emperor Qing's jumping figure was shot down mercilessly and fell deep into the ruins.

Rumble!

The giant sword fell, completely submerging Emperor Qing's figure.

The ground trembled, and the countless rubbles and ruins in the ruins turned directly into powder at this moment.

The magnificent Tai Chi Hall has since completely disappeared from the world.

Even the entire ground has sunk into an extremely deep hole.

Li Chengqian landed on the stone steps not far away, and the wooden horse and cow roared and flew into his hands.

He calmly looked at the location of the former Taiji Palace, and Emperor Qing was lying in the center of the pit with his death.

There was blood all over his body.

The majestic and vast royal true qi has disappeared, just like his life, like a candle in the wind, dying.

If he is left alone, it will only take a moment for this scheming, domineering and powerful emperor to die.

The scheming and calculation of the first life is not as good as this sword after all.

Emperor Qing's eyes dimmed, and in a trance, a familiar figure appeared in his mind.

"Little Lizi, you have to be a good emperor in the future!"

"Little Lizi, do you know what a lace newspaper is?"

"Xiao Lizi, the hundred officials of the imperial court need an independent yamen to supervise, how about calling it the Supervision Yuan?"

「……」

In his life, he did everything, and when he came, he suddenly found that the days when he had never sat on this dragon chair were his happiest days.

If he could, he hoped that he would always be the ostracized King Cheng.

Unfortunately, nothing can be done again.

He felt his life pass quickly, and everything in front of him became more and more blurred.

Until a hand landed on his chest, and a true qi full of vitality stopped all this.

Li Chengqian looked at Emperor Qing lightly, his face was neither sad nor happy.

Emperor Qing is the biological father of his body after all, and killing his father is not very good after all.

Moreover, Emperor Qing is alive and personally handing over the throne to him, which can prove his legitimacy.

This will save him a lot less trouble in the future.

In this era, the power of orthodoxy and jurisprudence has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Since he wants to gather the Qingguo army to defeat the Northern Qi in a year later, he naturally has to pay attention to these seemingly ethereal, but not negligent things.

Moreover, he promised Chen Pingping that even if it was to make the Supervision Yuan really useful to him, he would let the truth of what happened back then be revealed.

In this way, Emperor Qing naturally can't just die.

Of course, even if Emperor Qing is alive, he is already a wasted person, and without the strength of the great grandmaster, he will not be able to bring him the slightest threat at all.

It can be said that Emperor Qing is alive and has no harm in life, so why does he have to be named a murderer?

Emperor Qing opened his eyes and looked at Li Chengqian calmly, he didn't resist, and he couldn't resist, but there were some words, he didn't vomit or be unhappy.

"Who the hell are you?"

Li Chengqian looked at him and said three words lightly.

"Li Chengqian."

Hearing this, Emperor Qing seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

He is a loser, and he doesn't understand the truth of becoming a king or defeating a villain.

When his two elder brothers were beaten to minced meat by Ye Qingmei's two shots, he understood this truth.

Some things are important, but they are not important.

In the sky above the Imperial Palace, almost everyone in Kyoto saw the terrifying giant sword that penetrated the sky and the earth.

Fear, awe, curiosity, countless emotions reached their peak at this moment.

It didn't take long for countless officials throughout Kyoto to leave their residences and rush towards the Imperial Palace.

Finally, on Tianhe Avenue, a flow of people converged.

Trembling past the thousands of corpses of the forbidden army outside the palace, all the officials' hearts trembled.

As usual, they headed towards the Taiji Hall.

However, from a distance, they were horrified to find that the Taiji Palace, which usually stood tall in the palace, had disappeared at this moment, as if it had been cut out of the countless palaces in the palace.

The stone steps leading to the Taiji Hall are also full of cracks visible to the naked eye.

At the top, Li Chengqian sat leisurely on the first-level stone steps, without the demeanor of a prince.

On the side, Wuzhu supported Emperor Qing indifferently, looking unpleasant.

Below, Fan Jian, Lin Ruofu, and Ye Chong were already standing with their heads down, and even Chen Pingping, who had always been in a wheelchair in the past, stood in the same row with him for the first time.

His lame leg was naturally cured by Li Chengqian.

As soon as the courtiers looked at the scene in front of them, they all lined up along the stone steps one by one with great eyes.

During the whole process, no one said a word.

For a long time, all the courtiers stood still, and Emperor Qing looked at this scene, with indescribable sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes.

This is his good servant.

Scold.

Coughing twice, he slowly spoke, a little, and a little relieved.

"I am old and have low energy, the prince is virtuous and virtuous, both civil and military, and now I am in the prince to calm the world."

The voice of neither high nor low echoed on the stone steps, and the faces of all the ministers changed slightly.

Along the way, although they had already made countless expectations, this scene still shocked their hearts.

And then there was endless silence.

Emperor Qing smiled, with a bit of interest.

"So be it."

Li Chengqian got up and clapped his hands, and beckoned his father-in-law who was not far away.

"Take Your Majesty to rest."

Father-in-law Hou responded with a slight trembling voice.

"Yes."

Not far from the Taiji Palace, I saw the power of the giant sword up close, and I knew very well how powerful His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was.

Not long after Father-in-law Hou helped Emperor Qing to leave, Lin Ruofu knelt down at Li Chengqian.

"Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

In the next second, the ministers all bowed, chanting long live.

At this moment, Li Chengqian felt some subtle force sweeping towards him.

But it's just the beginning, and it's powerless.

His eyes twinkled and he smiled faintly.

I'm not in a hurry.