"Damn brat, prepare to die!"
Lei Lingyun was exceedingly confident in his own strength, with forty-nine meridians opened—excluding those monsters with more than fifty meridians—most of the A-class disciples were no match for him.
As for Ling Feng, despite having repelled He Zhongjie, in his view, he was nothing more than "trash."
Lei Lingyun grabbed a Xuan-level treasure sword in one hand, roared, and like a fierce beast, pounced towards Ling Feng to kill him.
In contrast, Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, facing the furiously charging Lei Lingyun with just his left hand, barehanded.
"Kid, you're really underestimating people too much!"
A chilling killing intent flashed through Lei Lingyun's eyes. He had merely opened a dozen additional meridians with the aid of the Purple Luo Creation Fruit, and he thought he was invincible? To think he dared to confront him barehanded?
This was simply courting death!
