Wu Po Jiuxiao

"Lord Wu Wang, why? Why do you want to leave here suddenly?"

Rong Zhihao asked quite unhappily, the breath and tone clearly carried a kind of blame and questioning that could not be concealed, if the opponent was another martial artist, Rong Zhihao would have slapped him, but The other party is King Wu, the patron saint of Rong Tian Kingdom, no matter how idiot Rong Zhihao is, he knows that if he offends the other party, even if he kills him, his father, the emperor of Rong Tian Kingdom, will not have any of opposing ideas.

"Are you questioning me?"

The old man's face remained unchanged, and then he put Rong Zhihao down and said.

But there was a terrifying coercion in that indifferent tone.

Rong Zhihao's face suddenly changed, as if his chest had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, a mixed air surged into his chest, but just when he wanted to continue breathing desperately, he found that the surrounding area His space seemed to be restricted by an invisible force, no matter how he tried to breathe, he couldn't suck in any air.

His face had already turned red at this time, and he pressed his palm fiercely on his neck. The expression of pain and struggle on his face made the red-haired prince on the side startled. Started to get terrified.

This is the strength of the Martial King class!

You can take people's lives at will, even if you are a prince and grandson, or even if you are an emperor, as long as you provoke them, you will kill them and no one will complain for you.

"Lord Wu Wang, I don't think Prince Hao meant it that way. He just didn't speak too much. I think he already knows his mistake now. Lord Wu holds his hand high. Forgive him this time."

The old man's complexion eased, then he sneered and said:

"This time is just a lesson. Now that we have entered the Black Jade Empire, we are just planning to be three of us. It was your father who asked us to take you with us. The purpose is to let you gain some experience and experience. If you dare to Such presumptuousness, even if I don't punish you for your offense, I will let you go back to Rongtian Kingdom!"

"Cough cough cough..."

As the old man's breath dissipated slightly, Rong Zhihao's mouth began to gasp in the next moment, but he quickly knelt on the ground and made a respectful gesture to the old man:

"Thank you Lord Wu for your mercy."

Rong Zhihao knew very well that if he was sent back to Rong Tian Kingdom, then his father's trust and opinion of him would be greatly weakened, especially since he was not the only son, and there was the humble son-in-law Rong below him. The second prince, although his status is very humble, but everything is possible before the throne is obtained.

Thinking of these things, even though Rong Zhihao scolded the old guy in front of him in his heart, he didn't dare to show the slightest bit of dissatisfaction on his face. The feeling just now almost made him smell the breath of death, and he absolutely didn't want to taste it again. It's the second time.

"Brother Zhou's temper is still so hot. The reputation of killing King Tianwu is as good as it was back then."