Finally, after countless rebirths,
The figure and aura of the Tian Zhao Divine King had become extremely frail.
When Xue An prepared to strike once more, the already feeble Tian Zhao Divine King wailed miserably.
"Enough!"
Xue An's fist stopped above his nose, he lightly asked, "What do you mean, 'enough'?"
The Tian Zhao Divine King took a deep breath and said in indescribably pitiful tones, "I concede! Please stop hitting me! If you hit me again, I really will die!"
All the deities gradually widened their eyes in disbelief.
Was this man, nearly in tears, really the same being who had ruled the Tian Zhao Realm for ten thousand years, the revered Divine King?
No matter how one looked at it, this scene seemed so bizarre and incongruous.
Xue An quirked an eyebrow slightly, "Oh? You want to live?"
The Tian Zhao Divine King nodded incessantly like pounding garlic, "As long as you spare me this once, I will do anything you ask of me!"
