The group of Saints before him were the real opponents.
They each wielded celestial magical treasures, and among these forty-nine, there were beings like Guanshiyin, Li Shimin, Zhang Zhi... those who once fought against Hongjun, now turning their weapons upon him.
And now, they redirected the spearhead of war at him.
Like he and Hongjun had swapped places, it's now his turn to stand at the forefront.
The Saints before him looked at Zhu Zhengwei: "Ancient Cosmic Creator God, what exactly are you up to? If you are willing, please lay down your arms and talk with us in detail."
"What am I up to?"
Zhu Zhengwei turned his head towards these Saints.
Terror, shock, fear, desire, ambition, their eyes brimmed with a variety of emotions.
One Saint, trying to persuade surrender, was an elderly man with white hair, speaking respectfully: "Though you created the universe, your power is exhausted. Why not cease here, and we could sign a treaty to resolve matters peacefully?"
