"Damn bastard!"
Leng Pengyu's eyes were gloomy, and his gaze involuntarily swept toward Leng Ruobing.
The several hundred guests present watched as Ye Luo's body was filled with purple lightning, all feeling a surge of fear and astonishment.
"Kid, it seems you really have a death wish!"
Watching Ye Luo withstand his strike, the man with purple hair sneered disdainfully, well aware of the might of his attack, which could certainly obliterate this fellow. But soon, shock froze his expression.
Ye Luo's face twisted in pain, but after enduring it for a while, the purple lightning enveloping him mysteriously vanished, and his body's surface shimmered with a metallic luster, unharmed.
Witnessing this miraculous scene, everyone felt as if they were watching a movie, with Ye Luo appearing less like a human and more like a being that even lightning couldn't kill.
