'What skill is there in bullying a junior?'
Wu Wang, upon hearing this cry, seated himself even more firmly in the mud.
Of course, he still maintained a look of defeat, his eyes lifeless and pupils unfocused, his whole being radiated the dejection of a loser.
Now was not the time to stand up and retort with mockery.
His strength was far inferior to Emperor Shun's at this moment, and given Emperor Shun's clearly unstable emotions, if something untoward happened, it would be too late for regrets.
[Sleepy said: Reduce your threats to the lowest, and you can lie down even better.]
When ThreeOld Daoist Sanxian's shadow split into three behind him, Wu Wang had already understood what was happening.
This senior was a being with three souls in one body.
And as Emperor Shun began to speak incessantly, Wu Wang quickly grasped the situation.
