Damien always had his suspicions, especially after seeing Ruthren get involved in things like turning the central lands into a death zone and even controlling the Lancaster Emperor's corpse.
He knew Ruthren was the strongest cultivator in this continent all this while, but that didn't mean that he would be capable of such feats on his own.
Ruthren manically laughed with his bloody teeth showing, "You really don't know, huh…How surprising, and I was sure you were not from around here, especially since you were an orphan. Guess what…If you really don't know, then you and your people are doomed. Everyone is doomed. The Old World is not a place for you weaklings or the unworthy ones. It's a pity…Reva made such a foolish decision of choosing you."
"Shut…"
"Ugh!"
"..your…"
"Ungh!"
"...fucking…"
"Agh!"
"...mouth!" Damien heavily kicked him in the face four times till half of Ruthren's face was badly bruised and swollen.
