The Wo King Who Wanted to Surrender

At that moment, Dongling Rui arrived in front of Jiang Liu, carrying a short, middle-aged man by the hand. The man had a flat nose, narrow eyes, a lecherous-looking face, and wore a light-yellow robe.

He respectfully asked Jiang Liu, "My lord, this man is the king of this small country. Would you like to meet him?"

"Oh? This is the Wo King of East Wo Country?" Jiang Liu glanced at him with mild interest and asked.

This small country of East Wo Country was not very powerful, but its ambitions were immense.

It had actually been thinking of invading the mainland. He just did not know who had given them the courage.

Could it be this short Wo King before him, indulging in wild fantasies?

The Wo King looked at the young man before him with terror on his face. He could not sense the slightest trace of primordial energy from him.

Yet not only could this person remain suspended in midair, but before he had even approached, the Wo King had already witnessed his terrifying methods.

He had actually slain more than a dozen of Kishida Kixiong's lackeys before him in an instant.

Even the man beside him who had captured him radiated an aura that made him tremble uncontrollably. Clearly, this was a Peak Grandmaster.

He had no idea when he had provoked such a powerful force.

"My lord, this lowly king does not know what East Wo Country has done to offend you. I only beg you to spare my life this once." The Wo King hurriedly knelt and begged, knocking his head against the ground.

"You don't know what you did? Surely you haven't forgotten Koinu Jun'ichirō?" Jiang Liu glanced at the Wo King before him and asked indifferently.

In any case, this small country