"This is?"
The people present shivered slightly, recognizing the familiar voice they would never forget in their lifetimes—wasn't that the voice of Ren Changsheng?
Could it be that Ren Changsheng...
isn't dead?
"How is this possible?"
The disciples of the Fire God Temple were utterly shocked, and others gasped in cold air. The terrifying celestial bodies had crashed down; was Ren Changsheng still alive?
That Ren Changsheng...
was too terrifying!
"Who is it?"
Jiu Li coldly shouted, his eyes flickering with a hint of chill. Today, he personally took action, and he was the first among the ten-path-level Saints to reach the Jiuming Secret Realm.
This Nine-Life Divine Sword was naturally destined for him.
"Jiu Li Taoist, you really seem to have a short memory!"
A faint voice came from underground.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the ground exploded, and a figure burst out, who was none other than Ren Changsheng, now somewhat disheveled.
But the aura on Ren Changsheng...
