The Demon Venerable Falls! The Mystery of Ruolan's Origins

Had the Demon Venerable been at his peak, he might have been able to withstand this wave through sheer force. With the trump cards and strength he had accumulated over countless years, Liu Ruolan could never have defeated him.

Unfortunately.

The current Demon Venerable had long since reached the end of his tether. After being besieged by three True Immortals, nearly all his trump cards had been exhausted.

Boom!

The strike, carrying the boundless primordial water power of the Sea of No Delusion, slammed viciously into the Demon Venerable.

Terrifying energy exploded outward. Space itself seemed to be blasted into the shape of a mushroom, while the residual force spread outward in rings, shaking the sea into towering waves as though it had encountered an unprecedented storm.

Only after a long while did the aftershocks gradually subside.

In the sky, the Demon Venerable still stood suspended in the air, as if he wished to maintain an unyielding posture until the very end. Yet with the slightest sweep of divine sense, one could discover that his aura had weakened to a thread. His internal organs had been pulverized into dust, and his divine soul was shattered into dregs. He looked as though he could turn to ashes at any moment.

The mighty Demon Venerable had been driven directly into a near-death state by that single blow.

Everyone around them fell silent as cicadas in winter. Wang Zongkun in particular had his fish eyes stretched perfectly round, his tail curling up in terror. Liu Ruolan's sudden outburst had clearly frightened him badly.

Fortunately, the Demon Venerable was a powerful True Demon Realm cultivator, possessing an incomparably formidable body and divine soul. He could still barely maintain that final sliver of life.

Had it been any Void Ascension Realm cultivator, that blow would