The World Bustles, All for Profit, Tearing Apart the Cloak of Benevolence!

"This subject is guilty of overstepping his authority; I beg Your Majesty to strip me of my rank!"

Upon hearing these words, the corners of the civil officials' eyes twitched, while the military generals closed their eyes in deep contemplation.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath. "In your opinion, how many ranks should be stripped for this crime?"

Zhao Cheng replied without a moment's hesitation, "Whatever Your Majesty decides. Even if I am reduced to a Gongshi, I shall simply return to the battlefield, slay the enemy, and earn my rank back by destroying a state!"

What immense confidence!

What arrogant spirit!

The civil officials were hopping mad, but upon second thought, they realized that was exactly how it would play out!

In the war to destroy Han, it had taken less than two months for this man to reach the rank of Da Liangzao.

Zhao State was several times stronger than Han; even if he were reduced to a Gongshi, he would likely advance even further after destroying Zhao!

This was disastrous. How could such a man be kept in check?

The civil officials felt a vague sense of unease, though they did not yet take it to heart.

Little did they know, this very sentence would become their nightmare in the near future.

Within this great hall, the thing they feared most was hearing the Blood Butcher say:

"This subject is guilty; I beg Your Majesty to strip me of my rank!"

At this moment, the great hall fell into a profound silence. Ying Zheng watched Zhao Cheng quietly, saying nothing, his thoughts unreadable.

A majestic sense of oppression permeated the hall.

Zhao Cheng stood beneath the hall like a silent mountain, standing tall and unmoving.

After a long while, Ying Zheng finally spoke.

"Before the Supreme General