On Tianlan Continent, Venerables absolutely stood at the very peak of the pyramid.
It was basically difficult to catch sight of them. They had always been like Divine Dragons that showed their heads but never their tails.
To them, a wave of the hand could easily tear space apart, and they could even gain an initial grasp of the power of laws.
Han Mo had read all of this in books.
After all, in a place like Qichuan, those in the Returning Origin Realm were already super experts rarely seen in everyday life.
As for the Dao Seeking Realm and Venerables, they existed entirely within the records of books.
In Han Mo's eyes, a Venerable's attack was absolutely on the level of destroying heaven and earth.
"Magic Phones can withstand a Venerable's attack?" Han Mo looked at the palm-sized Magic Phone in his hand, his eyes widening slightly. Even a joke shouldn't be this outrageous.
"A customer tested it before. That's exactly how it is." Bu Lige nodded with certainty.
Wait, someone tested it?
Han Mo could no longer keep his emotions calm. He subconsciously swallowed. "The customer who carried out the test wasn't a Venerable, was it?"
A Venerable—the most peak existence on Tianlan Continent—actually had enough free time to do something like this?
"Of course. Otherwise, why would I say that a Magic Phone can directly withstand a Venerable's attack?" Bu Lige gave Han Mo a strange look, clearly questioning his intelligence.
Wasn't this guy usually pretty smart? Why had he become like this the moment he saw the products the boss sold? Could this be the intelligence-reducing blow described in novels?
Bu Lige quite enjoyed reading the novels on Magic Phones, but since they were written works, they inevitably contained all sorts of strange things.
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