Pfft!
Upon hearing these words, Lei Wanjun spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, his eyes filled with endless fury and desolation.
As the Young Thunder Saint, the lightning hadn't done him much harm; it had only temporarily paralyzed his body.
But Chu Chen's words had directly caused him to burst an internal blood vessel in frustration.
To think that I, the fifth Heavenly Pride of Jiuzhou, would end up in such a state.
Oh heavens, why do you treat me this way? Why did I have to encounter these two despicable brats?
If he could start over, he would rather give up competing for the Thunder Fruits than meet these two damn kids.
He screamed silently in his heart, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.
"Yikes! Are you crying now?"
