They trembled with fear, none daring to make a rash move, for behind them, shackling them, stood warriors clad in dark mystic armor.
All these warriors were from King Ying's command!
King Ying stood up, snatched a booklet from an Imperial Censor, browsed through the records and spoke, "Father has already had people write down so many treasonous acts, and yet your son has done nothing?"
He tore the booklet into shreds, crumpled it into a ball of waste paper, threw it away carelessly, and said expressionlessly, "Doesn't Father believe in the will of heaven? Should your son perhaps fulfill Father's wishes and let heaven decide once?"
The Emperor was astounded on the spot, pointing at King Ying and trembling, "Rebellious son... Rebellious son! Rebellious son!"
Outside the imperial study, suddenly the sky dramatically changed, dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the heavens suddenly darkened.
In an instant, fierce winds howled, lifting clouds of dust.