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Watching the old man approach step by step, Ren Pingsheng's body was enveloped with dark red flames, while the space around him slowly began to melt.
A single punch was thrown, and a trail of pure white smoke rose in the air.
The old man's eyebrows furrowed as his True Fate emerged forthrightly, taking the form of a Grand Roc.
The Grand Roc, as it took to the wind, fluttered its wings, creating a sweeping windstorm, engaging in combat with Ren Pingsheng.
On the other hand, those other disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect all charged at Xu Zimei, who grasped the Tyrant Shadow, wielding the nineteen forms of the Way of Inquiry almost as if taking a life with every step.
However, among these disciples were several of the Esteem Vein Realm elders, who in combination could still tangle with Xu Zimei for a while.
Of course, this was also because Xu Zimei had not yet resorted to using the Prison-Suppressing Divine Body.
