"Die!"
The old ancestor of the Dao Sect, with icy bursts shooting from his eyes, had his Divine Artifact restraining Ren Changsheng. At this moment, he seemed to feel that he found Ren Changsheng's nemesis. Indeed, Ren Changsheng's greatest strength was his physique.
But if Ren Changsheng's physique is restricted.
Will Ren Changsheng's combat power still be so strong?
"Creak!"
The Divine Artifact at this moment was binding Ren Changsheng's body. On Ren Changsheng's body, ancient divine patterns flickered, but on the Divine Artifact, strands of the Power of Control came to restrain Ren Changsheng.
The Power of Control.
Seemed as if it would break Ren Changsheng!
"Hmph!"
Ren Changsheng snorted coldly, and seeing Ren Changsheng's body being restrained by the Divine Artifact, the eyes of the other old ancestors shone brightly. Right now, it was the perfect opportunity to kill Ren Changsheng.
"Kill him!"
Tian Thirty-two shouted sternly.
Thunder Sword Ancestor.
