The Gold King couldn't believe his ears or his own body, his knees buckling immediately.
What was that damn pressure? That immeasurable brute power?
He felt his bloodline scream in horror, every part of him repeating one thing: "Run."
When Jin Hao realized it, he was already on his knees before Qingyi, his eyes trembling and his breathing rapid.
He was the King of Gold. A man who had never knelt before anyone, not even before the enlightened emperor.
But there he was on his knees, breaking more than fifty thousand years of holding his head high. Didn't life play funny tricks?
As quickly as it came, that pressure ceased. Qingyi reached out his hand, ignoring the darkening skies above him.
The heavens had heard his challenge and were not happy.
Jin Hao hesitated before grabbing his son-in-law's hand and standing up.
He should have been angry at being forced to kneel like this, but strangely, not a shred of arrogance arose in him.
