Trash Talk and Taunts! One Sword Smashes the Dark Sacred Weapon!

Hearing that lazy voice, Kaecilius abruptly turned his head.

When he saw the young man standing behind The Ancient One,

the expression on the side of his face tainted by darkness instantly became hideously twisted, like an enraged wolf.

"Ren?!"

"It's actually you!"

Kaecilius's voice, filled with rage and disbelief, even cracked into a sharp shriek.

"How could you have blocked my Dark Blade?!"

"That's absolutely impossible!"

Kaecilius roared hysterically.

He was practically going mad!

When he had fled Earth back then, Ren had displayed astonishing talent, but in his eyes, he had been no more than a newly promoted Master at best.

But now?

Kaecilius had sacrificed half his soul and received the supreme blessing of Dormammu, ruler of the Dark Dimension!

That attack just now had been a long-planned, all-out killing blow!

Forget some mere Master—even Sorcerer Supreme The Ancient One herself would have died on the spot if she had been caught off guard!

And yet.

Ren had not only blocked it.

He had blocked it so effortlessly that it had not even left the slightest crack on the shield!

Kaecilius stared fixedly at Ren, black pus even oozing from the corners of his eyes. He looked utterly terrifying.

"Kaecilius, long time no see."

"And you brought such a generous gift the moment we met. How thoughtful."

Ren casually dispelled the red [Bethphenny's Sigh] and looked at him with a beaming smile.

"Ren..."

"Good... very good!"

Kaecilius suddenly laughed in the height of his fury, his laughter laced with spine-chilling madness.

"You really are a once-in-a-thousand-years genius."

"Since you insist on seeking death, then today I'll send you and this old hag to Hell together!"

Ren looked at Kaecilius's crazed appearance, then turned to The Ancient One beside him.

"Sorcerer Supreme, there's no need to follow any