The other two Sun Goddesses lay sprawled on the ground in disarray, their faces pale as they stared at the two beheaded gods. Blood had sprayed everywhere, some of it splashing onto them. They could clearly feel the warm blood growing cold.
Seated above them, Zhao Fu reached out and grabbed. An invisible force spread forth, and two godheads floated out from the corpses and flew into Zhao Fu's hand.
Zhao Fu put away the two godheads, looked at the trembling crowd below, and said, "You may leave first."
The many gods breathed a sigh of relief and immediately left the divine hall. It was their first time being so terrified of someone.
Zhao Fu's gaze fell upon the two Sun Goddesses, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
Taiyang Han sensed something and said coldly, "What do you want to do to the two of us?"
Taiyang Lan, beside her, understood Zhao Fu's intentions and said with a light laugh, "I told you the Divine Lord has special methods for dealing with you. You should submit to the Divine Lord sooner rather than later, or you'll be in an even more embarrassing state shortly."
Taiyang Han cried angrily, "You'd better kill us now. We will never submit to you, so stop wasting your efforts."
Taiyang Lou fixed Zhao Fu with her beautiful eyes and said coldly as well, "If you do not kill us now, you will definitely regret it in the future. I swear that I will destroy your Pantheon of Myriad Gods."
Zhao Fu chuckled and waved his hand, loosening the chains binding the two goddesses. Before the two Sun Goddesses could understand why Zhao Fu had released them—
Several iron chains shot out from the void and bound the two goddesses' hands and feet, then