Ren Feifan's lips curled into a confident arc as a Ancient Dust Sword appeared in his hand, its blade pointing directly at the Demon Clan elder. He said coldly, "Strength is revered, please enlighten me!"
The Demon Clan elder paused, not expecting the audacity of this young man asserting strength as supreme—truly overestimating himself!
He snorted coldly, his fingers forming a seal, and his aura shockingly began to drop, finally stabilizing at the Wanxiang Realm!
Since the opponent sought death, he would facilitate it!
And teach him a lesson on the consequences of talking big!
Even though the Demon Clan elder's realm had dropped to the Wanxiang Realm, the aura of the Demon Clan that emanated from him was still particularly terrifying.
His realm had fallen, but his physical body remained unchanged!
The second elder of the Demon Clan clenched his hand, and a stick shimmering with a green glow appeared!