Kang Yeyu's face instantly darkened like ink, so gloomy it seemed as though water might drip from it.
His fingers clamped down on the dragon throne's armrest like iron pincers, every knuckle turning a ghastly white from the sheer force.
Under his grip, faint cracks actually began spreading across the armrest, as though he would crush it to pieces in the next instant.
"What do you know?!" Kang Yeyu's voice brimmed with hysterical madness as he nearly roared himself hoarse,
"Everything I have done was for Dagan's rivers and mountains, for Dagan's foundation for ten thousand generations! So that the common people under heaven may enjoy everlasting peace!
"How could an insignificant, lowly creature like an ant possibly understand my earnest heart, which cares for all living beings beneath heaven?!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ze stopped short. His gaze shot straight at Kang Yeyu like an incomparably sharp blade, as though it would pierce through his hypocritical soul.
He snorted coldly and said with utter disdain, "Hmph, Kang Yeyu, stop putting on this sanctimonious act here!
"Your ambition has completely blinded you and made you lose yourself.
"Look at what you have done now—which one of them was not done to satisfy your swollen selfish desires?
"You launched wars at will and plunged living beings into misery. Is this what you call a ruler's duty and responsibility?
"You are simply unworthy of sitting upon that dragon throne any longer!"
Kang Yeyu trembled from head to toe in fury. The magnificent dragon robe upon him fluttered violently despite the absence of wind.
An incomparably powerful imperial pressure erupted from his body like a volcanic explosion.
In an instant, the air throughout the Imperial Study seemed to freeze solid, becoming so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
A vicious glint flashed