As black spiritual energy gradually spread, a powerful Devouring Power surged around Ren Pingsheng.
By now, he had completely assimilated Great Emperor Tunri's inheritance.
Otherwise, he would never have been able to enter Heavenly Dao Academy through such fierce competition.
After not seeing him for so long, he seemed to have grown far more than before.
He wore a black robe and an equally black cloak.
The collar of his robe stood high, wrapping around his entire neck.
His gaze was calm, though faint anger lurked within it.
His thick brows were pitch-black, and faint black spiritual energy churned within his eyes.
A giant axe was slung across his back.
The giant axe was entirely black, carved with streaks of white and purple patterns.
The whole axe was steeped in ancient charm, appearing immensely heavy and imposing.
Ren Pingsheng raised his right hand, and endless Devouring Power gathered within it.
Then he threw a direct punch at his opponent.
Wang Lang was clearly no ordinary figure either. White spiritual energy flowed endlessly around him like foam.
The eight Meridian Gates within his body had been opened, and the majestic might of the Divine Meridian Realm spread outward.
Anyone who could enter Heavenly Dao Academy at this stage had to be at least in the Divine Meridian Realm, because everyone was making their final preparations to compete for the Heavenly Mandate.
Their fists collided between them and exploded.
A burst of force immediately spread out, sending both figures flying backward at the same time.
Wang Lang's white spiritual energy was exceptionally tenacious, flowing in an unbroken stream, wave after wave.
It was like raging, turbulent surf, remarkably pliant and resilient.
"You are nothing more than this," Wang Lang said coldly.
Three explosive bangs rang out from within his body. Immediately afterward,