After a moment, the Saint King still could not bear to give up and continued to plead with the guard. He threw all his pride to the winds—though the dignity of a Saint King was unquestionable, at this point he simply could not care about such things anymore. His disciple was about to die, and anyone with a shred of sense knew that he would inevitably be implicated. Therefore, abandoning all hesitation, he dropped heavily to his knees and began kowtowing loudly to the surrounding guard.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
In the blink of an eye, he knocked his head against the ground nine times in a row, each thud louder than the last. Humiliating as it was, and though he could sense many people nearby staring in shock, he had no other choice.
Chapter 135