Zhao Fu turned his gaze to the gods kneeling before him. Of the more than forty gods of the Night God Alliance, over a dozen had died. More than twenty remained kneeling before him, both men and women, their faces carrying traces of fear or filled with rage.
Among them were also six Night Gods. After the torment Zhao Fu had put them through earlier, their faces were somewhat pale. They honestly kept their heads lowered, and they had developed some fear of Zhao Fu.
"Are you willing to submit to me?" Zhao Fu asked the many gods kneeling before him.
A burly young man roared angrily, "You beasts of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods will face retribution sooner or later. Even if we failed to destroy you, someone else will. Your good days definitely won't last long."
Zhao Fu looked at him coldly, his pupils narrowing as an invisible force spread out and seized the young man's head.
Bang!
The young man's head exploded directly, countless bits of brain matter and blood spraying in every direction and splattering over the surrounding gods.
The surrounding gods wore terrified expressions, their bodies trembling. If their believers saw this scene, they would never believe it. They were gods who stood high above all others, yet now they were kneeling before someone else, their faces filled with fear.
"I will not submit to you!"
An old man struggled to rise from the ground. He wore white robes and carried himself with an air of pride.
When the soldiers had made these gods kneel before Zhao Fu, they had kicked the old man's legs several times. Now that all these gods had their powers sealed and were no different from ordinary people, the soldiers had nearly broken the old man's legs before forcing him