Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 437 Ridiculous Majesty

Lu Wensheng walked out of the group of officials steadily and dignifiedly, his robe standing out particularly clearly among the other gorgeous clothes.

He walked calmly and calmly, as if he was just attending an ordinary ceremony, completely ignoring the suddenly tense atmosphere around him and the armored guards who were moving quietly and forming an encirclement.

Lu Wensheng raised his head, looked at Wei Liang calmly, and answered clearly and steadily: "I know."

"You know?!" Wei Liang's voice suddenly rose, with a hint of unbelievable sharpness, "Then why do you dare to come?! Aren't you afraid of death?!"

As he spoke, the imperial guards on both sides of the altar, who had been restrained for a long time, became like hounds that had received orders, and their eyes instantly became fierce.

They moved silently, forming a semicircle, surrounding Lu Wensheng in the center, with their hands on the hilt of the sword at their waist, full of murderous intent, waiting for the emperor's order.

Lu Wensheng seemed not to notice the approaching cold lights and malicious eyes. He still stood there, his expression calm, and even the curve at the corner of his mouth seemed to deepen a little, with a kind of indifference that seemed to see through everything:

"Your Majesty has invited me to a banquet. How dare I not come? What is there to be afraid of?"

"What is there to be afraid of? Hahahaha... Great! What a great 'what is there to be afraid of'!"

Wei Liang was completely enraged by this almost provocative answer. His chest heaved violently and the beads on his crown swayed wildly, as if his entire body was shaking in rage.

He felt like his face was being trampled under the other party's feet. That noble and fearless attitude made him more angry than any curse! He slammed the armrest of the throne and shouted:

"At this point, why are you still putting on such a noble air in front of me?! Do you really think you are a loyal and capable general?! Take him down!"

Several sturdy imperial guards who had been ready for action responded.

One of them suddenly threw out the hemp rope that had been put on, and accurately put it on Lu Wensheng's upper body. The others immediately cooperated and pulled hard! With such a huge force, Lu Wensheng staggered and his body swayed slightly.

However, he did not struggle, but just stabilized his lower body. The rope made deep wrinkles on his official robe, but his waist and back were still straightened like a javelin after the instant impact. He looked calm, as if the rope that bound him was not a life-threatening rope, but just an insignificant decoration.

He even pursed his lips tightly and did not utter a cry of pain or surprise.

To Wei Liang, this calmness despite facing death was the most glaring provocation, which made him more angry than any insult!

"Kneel down for me!" Wei Liang's voice was distorted by rage.

As soon as he finished speaking, an official next to him who was eager to show off in front of the emperor flashed a fierce light in his eyes, raised his leg and kicked Lu Wensheng's knee hard, trying to humiliate his dignity in the most brutal way and trample him into the mud completely!

"Bang!" There was a sound.

Caught off guard, Lu Wensheng was kicked so hard that his knee slammed heavily onto the cold wooden board of the altar. There was a dull sound, dust was slightly raised, and he felt a piercing pain in his knee. The hem of his robe was instantly covered with mud and water stains.

The monks hiding in the ranks of officials and the crowd of civilians in the distance saw this scene, and their eyes instantly burst into terrifying anger and murderous intent! If the time had not come yet and they had resisted the urge to attack, I'm afraid that the official would have been beheaded long ago!

However, what is surprising is that even though he was forced to kneel on one knee, presenting a posture that was slightly humiliating in the eyes of the world, Lu Wensheng's back was still straight, with his head slightly raised.

His brown eyes were as sharp as a cold blade drawn from its sheath, piercing through the chaotic crowd and piercing Wei Liang on the high platform.

There was no pleading, no fear, only a kind of all-knowing calmness and a silent, pressing strength.

It was as if he was the condescending judge, and Wei Liang, who was sitting on the dragon throne and speaking in a dignified manner, was the sinner who was trembling before fate and was about to be judged.

This kneeling was not a sign of surrender, but rather it was like a silent thunder and a pressing declaration!

Obviously, he was in an absolutely inferior position, kneeling in a dignified manner in the eyes of the world, yet he exuded a heart-pounding sense of dominance and oppression!

At this moment, the light and shadow seemed to be distorted.

Wei Liang, who was sitting on a nine-foot high platform and looked dignified, seemed small and cramped under the gaze that was as real as a substance.

This gave Wei Liang on the high platform an absurd illusion - as if he was the poor guy who was suffocated by the invisible force and forced to kneel before fate.

The crown, which symbolizes supreme power, now weighs more than a thousand pounds.

Wei Liang was shocked by his own thoughts, and then he felt a surge of evil fire rushing to his head. His face, which had become loose and sallow due to indulgence, turned into an ugly liver color, and his fingertips dug deeply into the gilded carvings on the armrests of the throne due to the force.

Lu Wensheng's calm gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts was like an invisible branding iron, burning him and making him feel uneasy.

Wei Liang's voice was so sharp and piercing because of his exasperation:

"Are you all just here to eat and do nothing?! You can't even subdue one person?! Push him down for me! Make him lie down! Let him know what it means to be as powerful as a prison!"

Lu Wensheng was smiling, and his clear eyes seemed to reflect Wei Liang's vulnerable heart.

Even though he was tied up with ropes and kneeling on one knee on the cold and slippery altar board, the curve of his lips deepened a little.

That smile contained no sarcasm, but carried a kind of compassion and understanding that saw through everything, as if he was looking at a clown who looked fierce on the outside but was actually weak on the inside and was desperately trying to hide his inner fear.

He raised his head slightly, and his voice clearly penetrated the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the subtle commotion under the altar:

"What are you afraid of? I'm still tied up." The words were light, but they were like a heavy hammer hitting Wei Liang's tense nerves.

"Nonsense? Why should I be afraid of you?"

Wei Liang retorted almost shrilly, his body leaning forward slightly in excitement, the white jade beads on the crown swaying wildly, making a messy and harsh sound when they collided.

He tried to raise his voice to suppress the growing panic in his heart.

"I am the Supreme Lord, with a body of ten thousand chariots! You are a prisoner, I..."

"You have to ask yourself that,"

Lu Wensheng interrupted his bluffing roar without any hesitation. His brown eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed firmly on the cowardly figure on the platform. His voice suddenly became quiet, carrying a power that went straight to the soul.

"Do you have a clear conscience? You have been an accomplice of the executioner without telling anyone, your hands are stained with the blood of thousands of innocent souls by the Xiangsheng River, and you listen to their howling in your ears every night... Wei Liang, can you sleep at night? Has your dragon bed ever had a peaceful night?"

"Shut up! Shut his mouth for me! Quickly!" Wei Liang was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His fur instantly stood up and his face turned from ashen to pale.

He pointed at Lu Wensheng, his fingertips were trembling, and his voice was completely distorted and out of tune due to extreme panic and anger.