"There's no need to count, we surrender, we're willing to surrender. Please, your Majesty, don't resort to violence!"
His body as though charcoaled, Zhao Kong quickly roared, mustering all his strength!
"I, Zhao Kong, and all of us from Wanxuan Sect, pledge our loyalty to Dawu and surrender to your Majesty, long live the Emperor!"
Rushing to consume a few elixirs to regain a bit of his vitality, Zhao Kong quickly knelt down, submitting to Chu Yuan. Inwardly, he felt extraordinarily bitter, he had no other choice.
He, a formidable expert who had peered into the ninth layer of Divinity, was not a match for Chu Yuan. Even with the Sect's large defensive formation, if the Divine Cannon and that banner capable of incinerating the sky and boiling the sea were to bombard, the entire Sect would be razed to the ground. What else could he do in way resistance? It was better to surrender.
