He shrank his neck and retreated, feeling an impulse to escape.
In fact, he really struggled to get up from the ground and ran backward, but after just a few steps, Yuu Rong caught up to him and dragged him back.
Then, a foot stomped on his chest, rendering him immobile.
"Run? With that turtle-like appearance of yours, where do you think you can run to?"
Yuu Rong mocked him, lowering his head to stare at the terrified Emperor Zhong, whose body was still trembling uncontrollably.
With this pitiful demeanor, there was nothing resembling the stature of an emperor of any nation. Even an ordinary person would show more backbone than this. Truly regrettable—Emperor Zhong was no better than the Emperor of Beikun.
"You… you all, spare me. I'm willing to compensate the Yiinn Family. Whatever you want, you can have. The treasures in the national treasury—you're free to choose!"
Yuu Rong's fist hadn't even landed yet, but Emperor Zhong had already begun to beg for mercy.
