Where did his helplessness come from?
Not from Chen Mu using the Heaven God Art, but from the fact that the Heaven God Art he had cultivated his entire life did not even qualify him to carry Chen Mu's shoes!
How old was Chen Mu? And how old was he?
Practicing the same cultivation technique was nothing to fear. The embarrassment came when they clashed-and whoever was weaker had to bear it.
Clearly, Qin Wudi was now the one so embarrassed that he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Then, under the control of Chen Mu's will,
the Goddess held her sword pointed straight at Qin Wudi.
The pressure was so powerful that it was suffocating!
The ten swords behind her all left their sheaths, following the main sword with rainbow-like momentum as they tore across the sky and stabbed toward Qin Wudi.
"All ten swords unleashed! Peak perfection!" Qin Wudi stared, dumbstruck. The shock was so overwhelming that he could not stop his knees from bending and slamming into the ground.
Despair! He had never felt such despair before.
Earlier, relying on his divine-rank cultivation technique, he had still entertained the thought of gambling everything-succeed or die trying.
Now, seeing not even the slightest chance of victory, he abandoned all resistance.
His head hung low, utterly dejected, like a drenched dog with its tail between its legs.
"I am willing... to submit."
He did not deliberately shout, but Qin Wudi's words still reached everyone's ears. They heard every last syllable.
"Ancestor Wudi... actually submitted!"
Even now, they found it impossible to believe, wondering whether they were hearing things.
"I, Qin Hao, am willing to lead all of Desolate Heaven in submission to you!"
But immediately afterward, the sight of Qin Hao kneeling