With his teeth clenched, Long Jiu tried to get himself up, but before he could even lift his body up even an inch from the ground, he was then kicked violently back onto the ground by Meng Qiu. Meng Qiu's foot was just like a huge rock pressing on his back, not letting him move at all.
"Who wants you to be my Master! It's the shame of my life to have such a Master like you! Just kill me if you got the balls!" Long Jiu bawled.
"You're still acting stubborn, huh?" Meng Qiu sneered.
Seeing that Long Jiu who had been fooling them for days was finally being stomped under Meng Qiu's leg, there wasn't any sympathy and pitifulness found on the faces of those black armored spirit envoys but just full of exultation.
"Long Jiu, aren't you good at running? Why aren't you running now?"
"Hahaha, he's just like a dead dog now, being stepped on the ground by Lord Meng Qiu, how should he run? It's better for him to crawl!"
