Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Emperor Qian, accompanied by Yang Zun and two others, trod through the air.
Above the silent firmament, a gust of wind abruptly arose.
The war flags hanging from the city's turrets suddenly fluttered with the wind, rustling loudly.
The Yunjiang Country's King's face twitched slightly, and facing the might of the four Nine Nirvana Rebirth Realm experts, he involuntarily stepped back a few paces, his forehead dripping with cold sweat.
Emperor Qian gave him a glance.
As if looking at a clown performing antics, he said indifferently, "I remember, you are the ruler of Yunjiang, aren't you? I also recall, three years ago when you came to pay tribute, Ling'er accidentally stepped in a pile of dog excrement, and it was you who took the initiative to clean his shoes with your own clothes, right?"
The color drained from the face of the Yunjiang Country's King, fluctuating between pale and flushed, a mix of shame and anger.
