Done, Follower Zuo Shandiao
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The moment he saw Zhao Jin clearly, the smile on his face instantly froze.
Was this a zombie?
Didn't they say that he was assassinated? How could he still be standing here?
The group of officials who had chosen to stand on the right in the throne room also became uneasy.
Wang Feng was really stunned. The emperor was clearly alive and well.
They actually said that he had been killed.
This was simply a scam.
"So what if you're still alive? There are already 300,000 guards gathered outside the city who are listening to my orders. As long as I give the order, they'll break through this imperial city."
Wang Feng was clearly a little crazy now.
"What about this?" Zhao Jin snorted lightly.
The figures of the Prime Master and the few Supreme Elders suddenly appeared. They were all late-stage Profound Realm existences.
An invisible pressure emitted from his body, causing everyone to vaguely feel suffocated!