Little Sly Jiang smiled. "Kneel? Kowtow three times? There's no need to be so polite, right?"
The South Saint King said arrogantly, "If you think it's too little, it's fine to kowtow six times! Or… if the three of them kowtow three times each, I might even forgive them!"
"Oh." Little Sly Jiang raised his eyebrows. "Three each. You said it yourself. You can't go back on your word."
Wasn't this woman… agreeing too quickly? But on second thought, it wasn't strange. After all, he was a Peak Saint King. Would she still dare to fight him head-on?
The South Saint King puffed out his chest and raised his chin, waiting for Little Sly Jiang to bring the three little eggs to kowtow to him. Unexpectedly, in the next second, his knees cracked and he knelt on the ground.
The South Saint King suddenly released his pressure, but before he could completely release it, it was pressed back into his dantian by an even more terrifying aura.
