This old man with yellow teeth held considerable prestige among rogue cultivators like them.
Known as Old Man Tianhu, his Immortal Vine Gourd was both offensive and defensive, peerless in slaughter.
He could be considered somewhat renowned, yet unexpectedly, he could not even withstand a single move.
As they looked at the Divine Emperor's figure, their expressions grew much more solemn.
At this moment, Old Man Tianhu also surrendered without hesitation. As a rogue cultivator, he had managed to cultivate to his current level.
Along this road, he had always walked as though treading on thin ice. He understood that as long as he remained alive, everything would still be possible in the future.
Those who had humiliated him would eventually be repaid by his vengeance.
Therefore, at this moment, Old Man Tianhu could not care less about a powerhouse's so-called dignity or face.
Xu Zimo turned around and looked at the collapsed mountain directly ahead.
Before them lay a stretch of ruins. Rubble rolled down, while broken trees lay scattered amid the cracks between the stones.
Judging by the scene, it seemed that a force had exploded directly from the mountainside.
With the mountainside as its center, the mountaintop had collapsed completely, while the base of the mountain had shattered apart.
The ruins had buried the entire Huayuan Sect, and the whole stretch of wreckage seemed shrouded by a mysterious force.
Though it was clearly right before their eyes, it gave people a hazy, indistinct feeling at a glance.
Xu Zimo walked step by step toward the mountain ruins. After reaching the foot of the mountain, he stretched out his right hand and touched the space ahead.
He discovered that a barrier stood there, surrounding the entire ruin on all sides.
"Where are the people of the Huayuan Sect?"