Faced with the Demon King's accusation, brimming with anger and grievance, Pan Long was baffled.
You're the Demon King, aren't you?
Then what have you got to feel wronged about?
You're the Demon King, and I'm the Hero. Isn't it only natural that we'd each try to kill the other?
Besides... over the years, you've launched invasion after invasion from the Demon Realm and killed countless people. Your crimes have piled up to the heavens.
What right have you to feel wronged or angry?
It makes no sense!
He was about to speak when the Demon King shouted toward the Insect Emperor, Heramachia. "You damned bug! You've joined forces with the Hero, haven't you? You dare betray the great Demon King! Betray the entire Demon Realm!"
"Don't flatter yourself." Heramachia was nowhere near as polite as Pan Long. He launched straight into a tirade. "You piece of filth who should've rotted in the mud ages ago! Use that brain of yours, murkier and fouler than sludge, and think: in all these years, have you done even one thing a 'king' ought to do?"
"You've plundered life force like a madman, turning the already barren Demon Realm into a gray wasteland."
"You've launched attack after attack on the Mortal World, sending countless Demons into a battlefield like a meat grinder. Barely any of them came back alive!"
"You're the traitor to the Demon Realm! You're the true enemy of every Demon in it!"
Pan Long raised his brows. This Insect Emperor has quite a way with words.
Compared with Heramachia, the Demon King was stronger and had more followers, but Pan Long couldn't see what else made him more of a "king."
Heramachia's scathing tirade sent the Demon King into a towering rage.
He had ruled the Demon Realm for over