No matter what, Ren Feifan's principle was always to take the initiative!
Clang!
The Holy Abyss Sword's red glow shot up into the sky, compressed into a beam by Ren Feifan's Nine Yang True Qi, turning into a red light that momentarily sliced through the air and harshly smashed towards the Basong Family's senior ancestor!
The Basong Family's senior ancestor casually split a wisp of black mist with an indifferent, relaxed hand.
In reality, it was a straightforward hand chop!
But in his hands, it was immensely powerful.
Pfft!
Without any suspense, the hand chop trembled upon contact with the red light, and then immediately shattered.
Yet the sword light was unstoppable, charging straight to the sky. As it passed, the surrounding chairs were reduced to dust, and a gaping hole the size of a head appeared in the dense roof. Brilliant light streamed in, illuminating Ren Feifan's impassive face.
This old fellow's strength was indeed formidable, and Ren Feifan had to admit it.
