"Fight!"
As the word "fight" was uttered, Ren Changsheng's eyes blazed dazzlingly bright. Behind Ren Changsheng, a vast and infinite world appeared—his very own immense universe.
In Ren Changsheng's eyes, there surged an endless fighting spirit.
Ren Changsheng wanted to see just how strong his current combat power was.
Could he overcome eighty Dao levels?
"The ignorance of youth. Do you know what a vast chasm lies between forty and eighty Dao levels? You seek death today, I shall grant it!"
The elder coldly shouted.
The next moment, the elder's aura skyrocketed as he threw a punch, directly aiming to kill Ren Changsheng.
"Fall back!"
Ren Changsheng shouted coldly. Di Sha and the others quickly retreated, and on the opposite side, the Golden Divine Army also quickly drew back, leaving the vast battlefield to Ren Changsheng and the elder.
"Hand of Chaos!"
A detached voice arose, as Ren Changsheng struck out with his palm.
