"You're courting death."
With a stern shout, Lei Hao's hair stood on end, surrounded by countless bolts of lightning, his eyes emitting a purple glow. He looked as if the god of thunder himself had descended to Earth.
Every time his subordinates saw him demonstrate his immense power, they couldn't help but feel a deep reverence. Such power was nearly godlike.
Among those present, Shen Nine was with the highest cultivation level. As he watched Lei Hao ascend from the ground, feelings of shock and an indescribable emotion coalesced within him.
If he hadn't passed out that year, perhaps, the great opportunity could have been his.
After all, his cultivation level was higher than Lei Hao's at the time. Because he had been at the forefront, he took the brunt of the impact which caused him to lose consciousness.
Lei Hao, who stood behind him, faced a lesser impact and remained conscious. As a result, misfortune turned into a blessing and he ended up receiving the great opportunity.
