That enormous hand suddenly reached out, and with You Meng and Jian Tong's strength, they were utterly unable to escape!
Almost in the blink of an eye, the giant hand had grabbed both of them and clenched them tightly.
Jian Tong's expression suddenly turned icy. She and her blade were crushed within the giant hand, yet the great blade in her grasp burst forth with a circular curtain of light. Once it appeared, the curtain continued to expand, trying to force the giant hand open.
You Meng likewise dared not let herself be caught by that giant hand. She unleashed her own divine ability as well, attempting to break free.
"Which Celestial Venerable has descended? We are members of the Demon Night Race, acting on behalf of our King!" You Meng struggled as she revealed her origins.
A cold laugh came from the depths of space. "So you're from the Demon Night Race. You two can get lost!"
After saying this, the giant hand clenched lightly. The curtain of light Jian Tong had just unleashed shattered with a boom. Then the giant hand suddenly swung, directly flinging the two of them away!
The Celestial Venerable's strength was unimaginably great. With that casual toss, You Meng and Jian Tong tumbled through the air without end. In the blink of an eye, they had flown tens of thousands of miles before finally slowing to a stop...
Both their faces were filled with unwillingness. They exchanged a glance and frowned in unison. Their strength was certainly extraordinary among World Lords, but before a Celestial Venerable, they were still far too insignificant!
Martial artists who bore the Mandate of Heaven and those who did not were completely different concepts. Why could a person be called a Celestial Venerable? It was precisely because he possessed