"Buzz!"
Finally, that terrifying Chaotic Power dispersed, and at this moment, Saint Heir lay pale-faced before Ren Changsheng, his body slightly trembling.
The eyes of Saint Heir were filled with despair and emptiness.
The aura on Saint Heir's body was extremely weak, almost comparable to that of an ordinary Saint, his inner world having turned into chaos, the source spring collapsed.
At this moment, Saint Heir's cultivation had fallen from a half-step Chaotic realm, down to a Heavenly Dao Saint, becoming the most ordinary of Saints, the lowliest ant in chaos.
"Too weak!"
Ren Changsheng's indifferent voice rang out.
Too weak.
The Saint Heir before him was indeed too weak. The punch just now, Ren Changsheng didn't even use thirty percent of his strength nor his Divine Skills.
Ren Changsheng's Chaotic treasure, none had been used.
Just with that punch, the Saint Heir before him was crippled.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
