Seeing Zhuo Shan pursuing them, the many Immortal Lords were so terrified their souls nearly fled their bodies.
Even the Ancient Emperor, who had become a god, could not stop this man. What chance did they have?
If he caught up to them, they would undoubtedly die!
The Old Ancestor of Golden Peng Holy Land unleashed a secret art, igniting all the Divine Power in his body and transforming into a streak of light as he fled at top speed, hoping to escape through sheer velocity.
Because the God Realm's space was stable, one could not travel through the void. Only God-level Experts were qualified to tear open the God Realm's space.
As it happened, Zhuo Shan was a God-level Expert.
With one punch, he smashed open the void. Taking a single step, he caught up with the Old Ancestor of Golden Peng Holy Land and stomped him onto a mountain. The mountain collapsed, sending endless dust flying.
The Old Ancestor of Yin Yang Divine Hall split into thousands upon thousands of clones, hoping to shake off his pursuer through sheer numbers.
Zhuo Shan raised his left hand and pointed at the heavens. Black clouds blanketed the sky, drawing down countless bolts of lightning. Like thousands of Thunder Dragons, they descended from above.
The thousands upon thousands of clones of the Old Ancestor of Yin Yang Divine Hall vanished like smoke before the rampaging Thunder Dragons. In the end, only one remained, bound by chains formed of lightning.
Seeing this scene, Hun Tianhen, the Sect Leader of Chaos Sect, was scared out of his wits. He stopped fleeing, abandoned the dignity of an Immortal Lord, and knelt on the ground.
"Senior, I am willing to submit!"
"Even an insect dares speak of submission?"
Zhuo Shan grabbed Hun Tianhen by the