"A Venerable—at least at the ninth level of the Venerable Martial Realm!"
Jiao Hong's pupils widened, his eyes filled with despair. He wanted to flee, but some force seemed to have suppressed the True Essence within him. No matter how he struggled, he could not move.
"No!!!"
Under that terrifying power, Jiao Hong could only watch as the palm descended from above.
This was the second time Jiao Hong had felt such despair.
The last time had been outside Heavenly Mountain Peak, when the Slovenly Venerable pursued him.
But this time was different...
This crisis was far worse.
When the Slovenly Venerable pursued him, Jiao Hong had at least had time to react. Against this Venerable's attack, he had no power to fight back.
That alone showed how terrifyingly strong this Venerable was.
Only before a top-tier Venerable would a Half-Step Venerable like Jiao Hong be unable even to resist.
Who? Who is attacking me? I've never offended any Venerable.
That thought had barely flashed through Jiao Hong's despairing mind when the enormous, illusory palm slammed down.
Rumble...
The earth shook, and the mountain collapsed.
Dust billowed everywhere.
Almost the instant the giant palm landed, Jiao Hong's life force vanished completely.
Silence.
The mountain returned to deathly stillness.
Yet something was strange.
This place was neither too near nor too far from Profound Sun City. A disturbance of this magnitude should have been felt there, but the city showed no reaction at all.
It was as though the mountain's collapse had not affected Profound Sun City in the slightest.
After a long while, the illusory figure of an elderly man in a Daoist robe appeared abruptly in midair.
The old man looked kindly, and not a trace of aura emanated from him.
Had Venerable Hun Yan or the Slovenly Venerable