Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me-Chapter 1372 - 927 Why don’t you just wait for death honestly?_2

That’s just too exaggerated; no matter how great one’s achievements, they cannot surpass the Three Sovereigns; no matter how high one’s virtue, it cannot exceed the Five Emperors. Yet Jiang Chen actually dared to say that his merits surpassed those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors—this is sheer madness.

However, just when everyone thought Liu Bang would refute Jiang Chen, to their surprise, he remained silent.

This meant that what Jiang Chen said was true; Liu Bang couldn’t refute it and could only respond with silence.

Power could be explained through the reincarnation of a great figure, but merit—that couldn’t be explained by the reincarnation of some great figure, because throughout the entire Prehistoric World, there were hardly a few who could surpass the Three Sovereigns and the Five Emperors in terms of merit.

"Liu Bang, what a pity for you."

"Although you became an emperor, you also lost the opportunity for immortality."

"Xiang Yu, despite his defeat and suicide at Wujiang, has an undying reputation. He is now battling everywhere in the Netherworld and will return one day."

"You won for a moment, but Xiang Yu won for a lifetime."

Looking at Liu Bang before him, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but think of Xiang Yu in the Netherworld. Had Liu Bang really won that war? Why did Xiang Yu choose suicide when he had the chance to start over? ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

In the Prehistoric World, victory or defeat is not the measure of success. Those who laugh last are not always the winners but those who survive to the end.

Here in the Prehistoric World, as long as one is alive, there is hope. No matter how great someone was in life, their achievements will eventually be surpassed by the living.

The one who lives to the end is the ultimate victor.

The reality is that Liu Bang is dead, utterly dead, but Xiang Yu is still alive and well, and his cultivation has even reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"How I envy your talents, if only I had your abilities, how could I have died? Xia Qi, King Cheng Tang, the sovereigns of Great Xia and Great Shang, weren’t they all Human Kings?"

"I thought that by establishing the Great Han, I could contend for the position of Human King and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sages. Alas, it turns out I overestimated my abilities."

Liu Bang sighed deeply, and his already ethereal body gradually disappeared from everyone’s sight. Being merely a wisp of obsession, having voiced the words he had wanted to say for years, it naturally dissipated.

And with the dispersal of Liu Bang’s obsession, the Great Han had truly lost everything.

With a booming sound, the Grand Temple of the Great Han suddenly collapsed, and the divine tablets of the ancestral emperors inside tumbled from their altars down to the ground. The fall of the Grand Temple signified the loss of the ancestral blessing for the Great Han.

"Gentlemen, enter the imperial palace!"

At Jiang Chen’s command, the black-armored guards quickly advanced, charging towards the gates of the imperial palace, while the scholars escorted Jiang Chen, moving forward slowly.

Before, not knowing Jiang Chen’s achievements might have been forgivable, but now that they did, who would dare to disrespect him?

Just listen to Jiang Chen’s feats: eradicating the Demon Clan, slaying demon masters, repelling myriad races... While their focus had been on internal Human Race affairs, Jiang Chen had already been concentrating on fighting against foreign tribes.

What does it mean to have vision? It is this—setting sights on all races and strategizing in Heaven and Earth.

No wonder they had never heard of Jiang Chen’s name; it was because their vision had been too narrow, constrained within the Human Race, ignorant that amidst the myriad tribes, Jiang Chen had become an existence that made countless other races tremble.

The true adversaries of a Human King were never within the Human Race, but always outside it.

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The gates of the imperial palace were unguarded and were easily pushed open by the black-armored guards. So, amidst the crowd’s escort, Jiang Chen entered the imperial palace and headed toward the Chongde Hall located in the Southern Palace.

Chongde Hall, the place where civil and military officials would attend court!

And at this moment, in Chongde Hall, the civil and military officials of the Great Han, along with the ailing Emperor of the Great Han, were all gathered there, waiting for Jiang Chen’s arrival.

They were definitely going to resist. Even if Jiang Chen was strong, they would still resist because Jiang Chen meant death for them.

Not resisting guaranteed death; resisting offered a sliver of hope. Thus, they were determined to fight to the death.

Initially, the Emperor of the Great Han thought that if he could ensure a life of luxury for his remaining years by handing over power, he would grit his teeth and accept it.

And those from the noble families thought much like the Great Han Emperor—what difference would a change of emperor make? Governing the realm would still rely on them.

With that in mind, what was there to fear? It would merely be a change of person above their heads.

Yet, neither the Great Han Emperor nor the civil and military officials born into noble families anticipated that Jiang Chen would not play by the rules. He not only wanted them to relinquish their power but also desired their deaths.

He would use their lives to quell the people’s resentment.

How absurd! Those lowly commoners, if they died, they died; at most, they would compensate with some grain. And now they fancied having them pay with their lives? Such preposterous thoughts were unheard of, utterly ludicrous.

How much is the life of a lowly commoner worth to be compared with theirs? Even tyrants like King Jie of Xia and King Zhou, who slaughtered noble families within the country, could not commit such atrocities.

"Even if he is the Human King, he has no right to belittle us. To wantonly kill scholars—would a wise king act in such a manner?"

Inside the grand hall, many elderly men spoke with righteous indignation. In these times, the noble families that did not commit evil acts were indeed in the minority. Those from noble families, capable of mercilessly dealing with their own kin, would be all the more indifferent to the nearby commoners.

"The lives of commoners are cheap, so your lives are precious? How laughable."

"Heaven and Earth are not benevolent, treating all beings as straw dogs. Saints are not benevolent, treating the common people as straw dogs. In my eyes, you, the immortals and gods—are you any different from those ordinary commoners?"

"Just as easily snuffed out with a flick of a finger!"

It was at this moment that Jiang Chen’s voice suddenly transmitted over, and soon after, he and the rest slowly walked into Chongde Hall.

"By your logic, your status is more noble than that of the commoners, so you can disregard their lives and trample on them at will, letting them live or die by your whim."

"Then, as my status is more noble than yours, can I also disregard your lives and trample on your dignity as I please?"

Looking at everyone, Jiang Chen said coldly.

The treatment deemed natural when applied to commoners, once inflicted upon themselves, made them like cats with their tails stepped on, their fur all bristling, ready to attack.

It was like some scholars of later generations who couldn’t stand even a few years of rural life, writing all sorts of books to convey their experiences to readers.

But had they ever thought of those who lived in the countryside for thousands of years? Weren’t they also in pain and suffering?

Thousands of years—could they not be in pain? It’s just they had no channel for their voices to be heard and held no control over the narrative. Even if they did speak out, they could not stir up much. Thus, they were always forced to silently endure their painful experiences.

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"How come no one is speaking now? Have you all turned mute?"

"You can trample on the common people, so why can’t I trample on you? In my presence, what difference is there between you and them? Speak, let me hear it."

Inside the Chongde Hall, Jiang Chen looked over the crowd and asked them once again.

In the face of his gaze, everyone in the hall cast down their eyes in guilt, not daring to meet his look.

Just as Jiang Chen had said, in his eyes, these noble families were no different from the common people—mere ants, easily extinguished with a snap of his fingers. And with that, the nobility of the noble families meant nothing before Jiang Chen.

Recognizing this, the noble families felt guilty. Jiang Chen’s approach to them was akin to punching down; all their resistance was futile.

"Do not pretend to be a child of good fortune amidst a famine, mimicking the futile resistance of a mantis. Are you suggesting that those commoners should have simply stayed at home and starved to death, rather than rise up in rebellion and disrupt the Great Han’s order?"

"How coincidental, I was thinking the same. Why can’t you lot just stay home and wait for death, rather than come out to oppose me and cause trouble?"

After scolding the Great Han officials, Jiang Chen then turned to look at the Great Han Emperor sitting on the dragon throne and voiced his thoughts.