"I'm sorry."
Ancient Emperor's bloody head fell straight to the ground.
Yet his body still surged forward, igniting its life and divine power, transforming into five-colored chaos that enveloped the man covered in black scales.
Ancient Emperor knew he would not survive. The mysterious man before him was unimaginably powerful.
Before dying, all he could do was fight this expert formed from a strand of hair to the death.
Only then might the others survive. Only then might the spark of the Immortal Realm endure.
Chaotic divine power wrapped around the man, seeking to break down his body.
"Such Chaos Power, and you think it can hurt this god?"
Zhuo Shan's body gave a slight shake, and the Rule of God around him shattered the five-colored chaos outright.
Ancient Emperor's once peerless body burst apart with a boom at that moment, vanishing between heaven and earth.
Ancient Emperor had weathered countless years of wind, frost, rain, and snow, endured untold hardships, and relied on unyielding will and extraordinary wisdom to create countless legends that others could only look up to before finally climbing to his present realm.
Yet even so, when facing Zhuo Shan, he had not gained even the slightest chance to resist before being casually slain by a single strand of the other's hair.
Cultivators who had endured every hardship and survived nine deaths out of ten to ascend to the God Realm were no more than exceedingly ordinary members among the multitude of living beings, like a grain of sand in the sea.
In Zhuo Shan's eyes, all of this was merely an insignificant matter done with a wave of his hand, as effortless and natural as brushing away a fallen leaf in his spare time.
After all, in his view, God Enlightenment Realm cultivators who were