"Liang Hunran, you're not all that."
Amidst the calm voice, a sharp CRACKING sound was heard as the Blood Demon Venerable began to fissure, finally crumbling apart completely.
Specks of crimson energy, like starlight, scattered and rained down from the sky.
Liang Hunran looked as if he had been struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and ghastly trails of it trickled from all seven of his orifices.
His aura wilted.
He had spent a century refining this Blood Demon Venerable. It was the very foundation of his power, directly linked to his Soul.
Now, the Power of Resentment within the Blood Demon Venerable had been mercilessly devoured by Hong Yu, and the construct itself had been torn apart by his Heaven-Ripping Claw. It was no different from a powerful attack landing directly on his own body.
...
The entire crowd was stunned.
Or rather...
Everyone was dumbfounded, utterly speechless.
"Th-This... how is this possible?"
