Inside the great hall of the imperial palace.
Liu He stood in the hall, his face full of defiance.
Faced with the inevitable arrival of death, he acted just as he always had.
He was like a sharp sword tempered a thousand times, all his resentment and fury melting into his words and becoming peerless sword energy that swept straight toward his imperial father, the emperor seated upon the supreme throne of all under heaven!
Was being a Sage King so easy?
A Sage King who fretted over every consequence, who would even kill the present me over things yet to come-the Feudal Lords' pacification in the East of the Passes frightened the courage out of you, and the thousand-year-old Luo Clan made you hesitate.
Come on. Do it.
Kill your own son here and clear the last stretch of road for your laughable path of the Sage King.
These were Liu He's deepest thoughts.
An emperor actually lacked the conviction that he alone stood supreme. This left Liu He deeply disappointed in his imperial father.
"Wretched son!"
A voice like roaring thunder came from above the hall, shaking everything.
For the first time since Liu He entered the hall, Liu Xun spoke with such fury. "Since you were little, I have taught you to hold heaven, earth, and all things in reverence.
"You are not the Sage King Sovereign. If you delude yourself into replacing the hearts of millions with the will of one man, destruction will be your only end.
"You are already so arrogant before even ascending the imperial throne. Are you someone to whom the altars of state can be entrusted?
"Even now, you show not the slightest repentance. My disappointment in you has reached an unbearable point.
"Divinities dwell three feet above our heads. The