What about you, do you surrender or not?

For the Great Saint powerhouses, their Bloodline abilities were stronger.

At the same time, they were accustomed to being high and mighty, so how could they be willing to lower their noble heads?

Deep down, even when encountering the True Dragon Bloodline Seal in that blade, they were unwilling to submit.

Zhong Qing's gaze lingered on the Great Saint Realm powerhouses; for him, the submission of a few Saint-Grade individuals was not his goal.

His gaze turned towards the Great Saint-Grade Yao Race members.

At this moment, White Bone Great Saint said loudly, “Everyone, we Great Saints of the Yao Race are connected by Qi and will advance and retreat together.”

“No matter how strong he is, can he really kill all of us?”

“We should…”

“Run!”

“After all, as long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn.”

After White Bone Great Saint finished speaking, he directly transformed into a streak of light and shot towards the horizon.

White Bone Great Saint's words caught everyone, including Zhong Qing, off guard.

Especially the other Great Saints, who had originally been ignited with a fervent desire for battle by White Bone Great Saint, but never expected White Bone Great Saint to suddenly blurt out such a remark.

After a moment of stunned, they also, without a word, followed closely behind White Bone Great Saint, instantly fleeing in all directions.

Clearly.

Although they spoke tough.

The Dragon's might just now had also left a tremendous shock in their hearts. While it didn't make them submit directly, it certainly left them trembling with fear.

Coupled with the submission of the other Yao Race members.

They understood in their hearts that the tide had turned.

Running away became their only option.

As the four Great Saints fled, Feng Ling Great Saint, who was sitting on the ground recuperating and had lost the ability to move, was instantly dumbfounded.

He had bled for the Yao Race; he had been injured for the Yao Race.

They had agreed that the Great Saints of the Yao Race would advance and retreat together.

If you're going to run, at least take me with you!

However, at this moment, the four Great Saints were like clay Bodhisattvas crossing a river—barely able to save themselves—how could they possibly spare a thought for him?

Zhong Qing watched the four Great Saints fleeing in all directions, his brows slightly furrowed.

If it were an ordinary person, they would truly be helpless in this situation.

After all, if a Great Saint was determined to run, even if one's strength far exceeded theirs, being able to keep one or two was already the limit.

But with a thought, Zhong Qing's Zero Seal once again transformed into a divine weapon.

Under his mental control, the divine weapon seemed to come alive, splitting into four branches.

They pursued in all directions.

How astonishing was the speed of a Great Saint powerhouse, especially when desperately fleeing, activating various secret techniques to increase their speed.

In just an instant, they had fled tens of thousands of miles away.

However, the speed of Zero Seal was not at all slower than theirs, and even surpassed it.

The Zero Seal's branches were like agile snakes, instantly breaking through the Void Realm and extending for tens of thousands of miles.

They arrived directly before the necks of the four Great Saints.

At this moment, to the Yao Race members, this scene was undoubtedly extremely shocking.

The sword's body stretched for tens of thousands of miles, like a continent, pressing down above their heads, obscuring all light.

But among those present, the lowest were Saint-Grade powerhouses; even in the dark, they could see.

They found it hard to imagine what exactly was the divine weapon in Zhong Qing's hand?

It could transform into a True Dragon and also possess such ever-changing abilities.

Most critically, they felt an boundless, terrifying killing intent from the sword's body.

It was as if if the sword moved forward just one step further, even a Great Saint would meet their demise.

However, no matter how shocked they were, they were only spectators; how could the true feeling be as profound as for those directly involved?

At this moment, White Bone Great Saint, Thunder Great Saint, Fire Spirit Great Saint, and even Void Great Saint, feeling the chill emanating from their necks, were terrified, their Faces pale, and an immense sense of deadly crisis swept through their entire bodies.

They were going crazy!

These individuals were Great Saint powerhouses; ordinary divine weapons couldn't even scratch their skin, let alone anything else.

But this divine weapon gave them a feeling of endless danger and terror, as if it could devour their vitality and reap their lives at any moment.

Zhong Qing looked at the four Yao Race members who stood frozen, not daring to move.

He asked faintly again, “Submit, or submit?”

“You only get one chance, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't lose my grip.”

The four Yao Race members' scalps tingled, a chill rising from their hearts and rushing straight to the top of their heads.

How many years had it been!

Since they became Great Saints, how many years had passed since they last faced such a threat of death?

They originally thought that they were transcendent, noble, and objects that billions of Yao Race beings could only look up to.

But now, they realized that they were not as transcendent as they had imagined.

When their lives were threatened, they would also be afraid, and they would also feel fear.

It turned out that even Great Saint powerhouses were just members of the myriad living beings, unable to escape the fear of death.

Thunder Great Saint opened his mouth, wanting to say some defiant words.

But the words caught in his throat, as if something had firmly squeezed them.

That was the desire for life, the fear of death.

In the Face of life and death, the four Saints felt that time was incredibly long, every breath seeming to last ten thousand years.

Finally, Void Great Saint was the first to succumb to the pressure.

He stammered to Zhong Qing, “Submit, I am willing to submit!”

After speaking, he felt as if his entire body had gone limp, as if all strength had drained from him.

Zhong Qing stood tall in the sky, holding Zero Seal, and looked at the other three Great Saints, saying, “What about you?”

Fire Spirit Great Saint saw that even Void Great Saint had submitted, so what was the point of him foolishly holding out?

He also chose to submit.

At this moment, Thunder Great Saint and White Bone Great Saint were clearly much more conflicted.

There was no helping it; their previous personas were simply too distinct.

One had said that the Yao Race would never be slaves, and the other had claimed that the Yao Race's pride could not bend.

These personas made it somewhat difficult for them to back down.

If they were to yield like this, how would they establish themselves within the Yao Race in the future?

How would they be able to hold their heads high among other Yao Race members in the future?

Did they, as Great Saint powerhouses, not care about Face?

But as Zero Seal stirred.

As that bone-chilling killing intent seemed to pierce through them, the two Yao Race members' minds instantly went blank.

Their bodies honestly responded.

“Master, please wait, I am willing to submit!”

As the two Yao Race members expressed their stance, the bone-chilling killing intent receded like a tide.

This made the two Yao Race members sigh in relief, while also giving rise to an boundless sense of lingering fear.

Just now, if they had been a step slower in expressing their stance, perhaps they would already be corpses!

This feeling was very unpleasant.

It was only at this moment that the two Yao Race members realized that in the Face of death, Face and everything else were but fleeting clouds.

By now, four of the five Great Saints had submitted.

Only Feng Ling Great Saint remained, still trying to recover from his injuries.

The situation changed too quickly, leaving him, still deeply dejected, filled with bitterness and regret for not having joined the fleeing army, unable to react immediately.

When Zhong Qing's gaze, the gazes of hundreds of Saint-Grade Great Yao, and even the gazes of the other four Great Saints all simultaneously fell upon him, he instantly felt boundless pressure.

Especially the Yao Race members who had been fighting alongside him just a moment ago, their expressions were now filled with ill will.

Feng Ling Great Saint understood those gazes.

What, we all submitted, and you're the only one who won't?

Among the vast Yao Race, are you the only one with pride and capability?

This made Feng Ling Great Saint's heart skip a beat.

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