Zhan Xiaoxiao's current image was no different than a person that'd slapped on a huge amount of gel on his hair after perming it, and then sprayed several bottles of powerful hairspray on it! The skill of this hairstyle was something that even the greatest hairstylist on earth would bow down to!
Even the greatest master hairstylist could only work with scissors and razor. But this fellow's hair was styled using lightning, and by pitting his life against the forces of heaven!
But lightning was not something that cared or appreciated hairstyles. Without any pause, it continued striking down on Zhan Xiaoxiao. Zhan Xiaoxiao hovered there with a dumb look on his face for a moment before he suddenly remembered to quickly descend. Even though this old fellow's strength was great enough to endure the lightning strikes while only suffering external injuries without dying…
