Although the Founding Duke's strength had not reached the level of a God Emperor, he was not far from it. Even under the pressure of the Strongest Dragon Sword, he remained unmoved. He glared viciously at Fan Lang, his beard bristling as he snapped, "What a loyal dog raised by Guang Ming Huang. You really do know how to protect your master. Now I see it—the whole mess started with you. Those schemes and conspiracies must have been your doing, or you wouldn't be so eager to jump out and deal with me!"
"Those who commit many injustices will bring about their own destruction. His Majesty was right just now. You blame this and blame that, but you never consider the problems within the royal family itself," Fan Lang said coldly.
"Bullshit! Which one of you isn't part of the privileged class? Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be good people in front of me? Survival of the fittest, the strong devouring the weak—those are the rules of the universe. Status naturally divides people into ranks. Martial gods should stand above others, towering over mortals. The royal family conquered this land, so what is wrong with having a few privileges? If we are really talking about right and wrong, which one of you is completely clean?"
"That's right, no one can be utterly spotless. But everything has its limits, and the royal family went too far. You said it yourself: the universe has its own rules. Under those rules, the royal family broke the rules. Those who break the rules must be eliminated."
"What a fine lapdog. You certainly know how to speak for your master." The Founding Duke sneered and shifted his gaze toward the Aurora God Emperor on the Dragon Throne. "Guang Ming Huang, stop