"No matter whose followers you were before, no matter where you came from, you must now understand clearly that I am your master. You must submit to me. I had not wished to do this, but since you dared defy my orders, then do not blame me."
Zhao Fu's angry voice rang out. No one dared make a sound, and their hearts were filled with terror.
He paused for a moment!
Zhao Fu looked at the army before him and said coldly once more, "Now you understand whom you are to submit to and whom you are to serve, don't you?"
"We submit to Lord God Master! We swear to serve Lord God Master unto death!"
The soldiers present, along with the generals behind Zhao Fu, all understood. They knelt to the ground and shouted in unison.
Their voices were thunderous, shaking all directions. They carried the domineering air of submission to supreme authority, the tyrannical might to conquer all beneath heaven, and a cold, murderous aura.
Their faces were full of reverence, as though they were revering their own gods.
The Divine World had originally contained only gods, with no nations, sects, or other forces. These people generally obeyed gods, remained loyal to gods, and served gods. That was why so many had opposed Zhao Fu's words just now.
This had utterly stripped Zhao Fu, as the lord of a faction, of his dignity and authority. If those people had not been killed, how would Zhao Fu rule the Pantheon of Myriad Gods in the future? Once that breach was opened, anyone could step forward to oppose Zhao Fu. What then was he supposed to do?
He had to use bloody methods to change their way of thinking and make them clearly understand whom they were to obey.
Otherwise,