Early the next morning, in an open expanse strewn with shattered rocks.
Wang Ruyan and Li Ling'er stood in the distance, while Wang Changsheng and Wu Chang faced each other three hundred zhang apart.
Wang Changsheng's expression was solemn, while Wu Chang's gaze burned with fervor. During their last spar, Wu Chang had been too arrogant and lost to Wang Changsheng. This time, Wu Chang had reached the Nascent Soul Middle Stage and was confident he could defeat Wang Changsheng and wash away his past humiliation.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, I won't hold back this time. You'd best be careful."
Wu Chang said gravely. Dazzling red light emerged across his body, and the temperature nearby abruptly soared.
Wang Changsheng nodded. "Please, Fellow Daoist Wu, go all out. I too would like to see your new divine abilities."
Wu Chang flicked his right hand, and with a flash of red light, a crimson axe roughly three chi long appeared in his grasp. Its handle was crystal-clear throughout, while runes flickered across the axe blade, gleaming with an icy chill.
The red light around his body blazed brightly, and crackling sounds of bones rang from within him. His entire body grew significantly taller, while his robe shone with dazzling spiritual light and expanded accordingly. His arms thickened and swelled, veins bulging as they brimmed with strength.
Wu Chang moved both arms. A thunderous whistling filled the air as two crimson axe phantoms over a hundred zhang long shot forth, reaching Wang Changsheng in an instant.
Wang Changsheng drew the Taihao Spirit Severing Blade and slashed at the empty air above his head. A golden blade over a hundred zhang long flew out.
Boom!
The golden blade was shattered by the two crimson axe phantoms, erupting with a powerful blast of air that sent