The old man's eyes flashed with anger. Though the darkness before him gave him an extremely ominous feeling, as an Imperial Realm expert, when had he ever been treated with such disregard?
The old man immediately unleashed the aura of the Imperial Realm.
When the man sensed the imposing aura erupting from his ancestor, his fat body involuntarily staggered back again and again. Excitement returned to his eyes. He knew his ancestor was not someone who would cower before a fight.
Seeing that the hidden person still showed no reaction even as he prepared to attack, the old man's anger rose further. No longer hesitating, he flipped his withered arm, and amid a flowing radiance, a weapon resembling a Zen staff appeared in his hand.
Bang!
With a heavy impact, the Zen staff slammed into the ground. Instantly, cracks spread across the earth from the point where it struck.
"I finally get to see Ancestor's talent again!"
Looking at the Zen staff in the old man's hand, the middle-aged man sighed inwardly, excitement appearing on his face.
This was the S-rank Blood Rage Zen Staff. In his ancestor's hands, even a casual strike could unleash terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth. However, his ancestor had remained in seclusion for all these years, and he had not seen this powerful talent of his ancestor's for decades.
Now that he was seeing his ancestor summon this powerful talent again, Zhong Ming could practically see his ancestor smashing the darkness before them apart with a single blow of the staff.
Whoosh!
On the other side, the old man took a deep breath. The Zen staff in his hand instantly lit up with a blood-red glow, making the entire weapon seem as though it had emerged from a sea of blood.
Bang!