Naturally, that figure belonged to the yellow-robed peak rank 9 Dao King named Mao Huang.
However, unlike the first time that Jiang Chen and the others met him, this time Mao Huang lacked any of the original poise and arrogance that he carried himself with when he interacted with others.
Instead, the only thing that could be seen was the half-dead, almost unrecognizable face of a young man who was full of wounds from head to toe, staring at his surroundings with a listless look on his face.
His previously expensive and neatly tied robes had now turned into nothing but rags that even the beggars on the streets wouldn't throw a glance at.
Clearly, the mistreatment that Mao Huang had suffered during these past 6 months wasn't something that could be described with mere words. It was truly no different from someone who was living like a king, suddenly losing everything and being treated worse than a slave.
