An indescribable surge of rage and humiliation erupted in the Japanese Emperor's heart like a volcano, overwhelming him in an instant.
"No! Never!"
The Japanese Emperor shrieked almost instinctively. His face, streaked with blood and tears, twisted with such agitation that it looked terrifying.
"You... you demon! I've done everything you asked! You can't keep humiliating me like this!"
"A man may be killed, but not humiliated! I... I'd rather die than let you ride on my back!"
The Japanese Emperor roared and struggled to rise, desperate to preserve what little pitiful dignity he had left.
He spoke with righteous fervor, full of so-called backbone.
To Yue Xiaofei, though, it was a joke.
"A man may be killed, but not humiliated?"
Yue Xiaofei slowly crouched and met the Japanese Emperor's bloodshot eyes. The mockery on his face deepened.
"You're talking to me about backbone now? You think you have the right?"
"Where was that backbone when I made you read the Edict of Self-Accusation?"
"And where was your dignity when I made you kowtow to the fallen heroes of the Dragon Kingdom?"
Yue Xiaofei spoke quietly, but every word struck the Japanese Emperor like a slap across the face, leaving him speechless.
He was right...
He had yielded again and again, endured one humiliation after another.
The moment he knelt, his so-called dignity and backbone had become a joke.
What good would bringing them up now do, except humiliate him further?
Seeing the Japanese Emperor wilt, Yue Xiaofei gave a cold laugh and stood, looking down on him once more.
"Today, you'll do whatever I tell you to do."
"Forget being my mount. If I told you to bark like a dog right now, you'd get down on the ground and bark!"
"Because you have no choice."
"You think you're