Little Demon Venerable's strength was extremely formidable. In Chen Mobai's more than a hundred years of cultivation, among all the opponents he had encountered, probably only Mingzun and Qi Yuheng could compare to it.
It was just that Mingzun's Ghost Fetus was innately restrained by the Pure Yang Scroll, so he had died at Chen Mobai's hands before he had much chance to show anything.
As for Qi Yuheng, because he was an Immortal Sect cultivator, when the two exchanged blows and sparred, there had been none of that killing intent.
So the opponent before him could be called the strongest Chen Mobai had encountered since he had stepped onto the stage! After Chen Mobai drew out the Sea Stabilizing Sword, he let go, and this Fifth Order Flying Sword, under the Sword Control Art, silently merged into the vast ocean above High Heaven.
And at this moment, Little Demon Venerable clenched the five fingers of its right hand. Pieces of scales flickering with thunder flew out from its back, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed in its palm into a long whip of lightning.
The long whip swept through the air, instantly straightening like a staff. Amid violent rumbling, it swept up water sprays filling the sky, wreathed in Heavenly Dipper thunder, like a long, narrow beam of light that had suddenly erupted, slamming heavily toward Chen Mobai.
The Purple Lightning Sword also erupted in an instant, slashing down from the sky. Its broad, heavy blade was like an impassable wall, blocking Little Demon Venerable's thunder-water light pillar before him.
As two bolts of thunder with utterly opposed attributes collided, a new sun instantly lit up above High Heaven.
Little Demon Venerable's expression changed slightly. It had already attacked with all its strength, yet in this