Zhang Hao glanced at the ministers and shouted, "The purple-gold divine token is here. Why are you not kneeling?"
The ministers were likewise feeling stifled, but Zhang Hao's purple-gold divine token was bestowed by the Late Emperor. To some extent, it represented the Late Emperor. No matter how disdainful the ministers were, they could not openly oppose it.
"Long live the Emperor, long live, long live, long live!"
The ministers knelt on the ground, their faces full of humiliation. These were all the powerful and noble officials of the court, yet they had to kneel to a young man. It was simply a great humiliation.
Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Yanwu, who was still somewhat hesitant, and said coolly, "Patriarch Zhang, could it be that you wish to rebel?"
"You?"
Zhang Yanwu's face turned red with anger. But looking at Murong Jingtian on the throne, whose eyes were somewhat cold, his face twitched, and he knelt down with extreme frustration. His gaze towards Zhang Hao was filled with Killing Intent, as if he wanted to tear him apart the next second.
Suddenly, two Martial Artists from the Li family burst forward and pounced towards Zhang Hao.
"Kid, your purple-gold divine token might not be real, right?"
Two peerless palm shadows, carrying a tyrannical aura, swept down. The air was violently trembling.
"Seeking death!"
With a 'clang!', the Snow Drinking Saber was unsheathed. A chilling Killing Intent permeated a hundred-meter radius.
The tyrannical and peerless Snow Drinking Saber, carrying extreme sharpness, slashed out horizontally. It instantly struck the bodies of the two Li family officials.
"Puff!" "Puff!"
The two Li family officials were sent flying back, spitting blood wildly.
"Audacious! How dare you injure someone in the imperial court? Do you still have the Emperor in your eyes?" Li Yuanting stood up, pointing at Zhang Hao and shouting.
"I hold the purple-gold divine token, representing the Late Emperor. These two attacked me, which is like attacking the Late Emperor, akin to rebellion. What wrong have I done?" Zhang Hao sneered coldly.
"You..." Zhang Yanwu was left speechless.
Suddenly, Zhang Yanwu seemed to remember something and said coolly, "The purple-gold divine token went missing twenty years ago. How did you get it? I suspect your token is fake."
After speaking, Zhang Yanwu suddenly pounced towards Zhang Hao. He reached out to grab the purple-gold divine token in Zhang Hao's hand.
"You brought this upon yourself, and you will not live."
Zhang Hao's eyes were cold. Suddenly, the purple-gold divine token in his hand erupted with golden light. A golden phantom appeared in front of Zhang Hao.
That phantom's icy eyes stared at Li Yuanting. That imperial pressure enveloped Li Yuanting's body, making him unable to move.
It's actually real! Zhang Yanwu felt a tremor.
The phantom waved its hand, and a golden palm struck towards Li Yuanting.
"King's Dharma Idol?" Li Yuanting shrieked in terror.
"No!"
"Boom!"
Li Yuanting let out a miserable cry. He was sent flying back like a kite with a broken string.
The appearance of the King's Dharma Idol made the ministers tremble. The purple-gold divine token contained the will of the Late Emperor. This was an open secret. At this moment, no one doubted the authenticity of the purple-gold divine token in Zhang Hao's hand anymore.
Murong Jingtian glanced at Zhang Hao expressionlessly, only his eyes were somewhat cold. Clearly, Zhang Hao's possession of the purple-gold divine token had disrupted his plans.
"Zhang Hao, the purple-gold divine token was bestowed upon my Zhang family by the Late Emperor. Why haven't you returned it to its rightful owner?" Zhang Yanwu stepped forward, pointing at Zhang Hao and shouting.
Zhang Hao pretended to look confused and asked Zhang Yanwu, "Uncle, you are only the acting patriarch. Can you represent the Zhang family?"
Zhang Yanwu was left speechless by Zhang Hao's words. But he still argued forcefully, "Even as the acting patriarch, I can represent the Zhang family."
"Hahaha, that's interesting then. This purple-gold divine token was bestowed twenty years ago by the Late Emperor to commend my father's achievements when he led the army of the Watt Country to reclaim the seven states of Yannan. As the young master, why can't I take it?" Zhang Hao feigned a look of confusion.
"Quibbling!"
Zhang Yanwu knew he was in the wrong on this matter. Although he gritted his teeth in hatred, he could only give up. He pondered: I need to find another way to get the purple-gold divine token.
The purple-gold divine token contains three King's Dharma Idols of the Late Emperor Murong Bo. As long as it's not treason or rebellion, it can grant three exemptions from punishment. Such a treasure naturally needs to be acquired.
Murong Jingtian looked deeply at Zhang Hao and said, "Zhang Hao, since you carry the Late Emperor's token, you shall be exempted from punishment once. You may leave!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhang Hao cupped his hands and turned to leave.
After leaving the palace, Zhang Hao felt a chill down his spine. He could feel that Murong Jingtian's Killing Intent towards him was no less than Li Yuanting's. If he hadn't been carrying the purple-gold divine token, which made Murong Jingtian wary of him, he would never have been able to leave the palace today.