Leng Pengzhan spoke fiercely, his gaze then sweeping towards Leng Ruobing and the others.
"And you, all of you will die, I want you all to live a fate worse than death!"
"Nonsense!"
Ye Luo, with pursed lips, spat out and charged at Leng Pengyu again.
Seeing Ye Luo about to strike again, the two persons, one dressed in black and one in white, suddenly unleashed a horrifying aura, ready to attack Ye Luo.
Soul-Capturing Eyes!
Ye Luo unleashed the Soul-Capturing Eyes, his pupils flickering with purple lightning and a dreamy, bewildering halo, causing the two Hua Yuan realm powerhouses to instantly lose focus.
Snap, snap, snap!
Imdiately following, Ye Luo dashed up to Leng Pengzhan and rapidly slapped his face, causing a series of loud smacks.
Previously, with his triple Saint Realm strength, Ye Luo was capable of handling a ninth layer Saint Realm being. Now, having advanced another level in strength, both his strength and speed had increased substantially, dealing with Leng Pengzhan at the eighth layer of the Saint Realm without any pressure.
Poor Leng Pengzhan, despite being an eighth layer Saint Realm powerhouse, was utterly oppressed by Ye Luo, who was only at the fourth layer of the Saint Realm.
As a series of slaps rang out, Leng Pengzhan’s face was completely mangled, a horrifying sight.
The black and white clothed Kongtong Sect powerhouses regained their senses, their eyes on Ye Luo filled with a mix of fear and caution.
All the guests present were once again shocked by Ye Luo’s actions.
"Boy, who are you, what evil sorcery did you just use?"
The two Kongtong Sect powerhouses locked their eyes on Ye Luo, their bodies tense with vigilance.
"Since it is evil sorcery, why should I tell you? Want to try it too?"
Ye Luo glanced coldly at the two n.
Their gazes flickered continuously, and despite being Hua Yuan Realm powerhouses, they felt a trace of fear towards Ye Luo.
"Who is Ye Luo! Co out!"
A voice like thunder suddenly exploded, rumbling like a thunderstorm, causing everyone present’s eardrums to buzz as if they were about to burst.
Imdiately afterwards, an invincible and terrifying presence of thunder descended, making everyone feel oppressed, as if their chests were stifling and suffocating.
"I am Ye Luo!"
Ye Luo’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward.
Boom!
Suddenly, thunderbolts as thick as a baby’s arm burst from the void, rushing towards Ye Luo.
"Damn, struck by lightning!"
Ye Luo exclaid, quickly dodging, as the thunderbolt struck the ground, blasting a deep crater and leaving a charred sll all around.
Swish, swish, swish!
Afterwards, more terrifying bolts of lightning descended towards Ye Luo, as if they would not stop until he was dead!
The sight had everyone present trembling inside, filled with inexplicable fear.
"Ye Luo!"
Leng Ruobing also called out worriedly.
"Damn, still want to strike, huh? Bring it on!"
Ye Luo was chased by the thunder for a while and suddenly, with a face full of anger, he stopped moving and let the successive thunderbolts, which could annihilate any Martial Artist from the Saint Realm, strike him.
Seeing this, many won present couldn’t help but scream, closing their eyes, unwilling to witness the grueso sight of Ye Luo being struck dead by the thunder, but when they opened their eyes, their expressions froze in shock.
The dreadful thunderbolts struck Ye Luo but did not cause him any harm. Instead, the thunderbolts disappeared into his body, and then Ye Luo shuddered violently, as if electrocuted.
"Comfortable!"
Then Ye Luo let out a sigh, making everyone present think of him as a monster. Not only was he unhard by the thunderbolts, he even found it comfortable—truly a freak.
Actually, with Ye Luo’s current Spiritual Body in the Middle Stage, those thunderbolts could not cause him much harm, instead, they even helped temper his body.
At that mont, a burly man dressed in black leather armor, with his purple hair standing on end and a cold face, stepped forward, one step at a ti.
Enveloped in a purple glow with bolts of electricity, bringing a wildly violent aura like rolling thunder, he carried an oppressive force that seed to alter the weather, as if heralding the apocalypse.
This was a powerful Thunder Elent Ability User, whose strength was comparable to a Martial Artist of the seventh level of the Hua Yuan Realm, especially his Thunder Elent power, which was terrifyingly strong. His re presence was equivalent to a Martial Arts master of the ninth level of the Hua Yuan Realm.
"Kid, this is an opportunity, seize it!"
Ao Long suddenly spoke to Ye Luo.
"What opportunity?" Ye Luo, puzzled, asked.
"This man’s Thunder Elent is very effective for tempering your body. You should force him to use his strongest Thunder Elent, so these elents can help temper your body."
"I won’t get struck to death, will I?"
Ye Luo muttered.
"How can you be so timid? If you want to elevate the realm of your body, you must undergo the tempering of various energies. This Thunder Elent is the best energy to temper your body."
"In the Martial Realm, countless cultivators of the body specifically seek out powerful Thunder Elent Spiritualists to fight, just so they can have their opponent’s Thunder Elent strike them, helping them elevate their physical realm."
Ao Long spoke indifferently.
"Damn, isn’t this just seeking out thunder for fun?" Ye Luo curled his lips.
"Kid, you’re the one who killed my disciple Lei Sa!"
The purple-haired man’s gaze fixed on Ye Luo, his voice booming like thunder.
"I know nothing of any Lei Sa!"
Ye Luo coldly snorted.
"As long as you are Ye Luo, that’s enough. Today, I will shatter you into pieces to avenge my disciple!"
The purple-haired man roared, raising his hands, and creating two purple thunder balls in his palms, exuding a destructive aura.
"Lei Ting Light Burst!"
The purple-haired man waved his hands, and the two purple thunder balls rged into a light ball that shot towards Ye Luo, the friction with the air creating a sizzling sound which made the surrounding void feel scorched.
Seeing the two purple light balls rushing towards him, Ye Luo instinctively wanted to dodge but was stopped by Ao Long, and could only stand still, waiting for the light balls to hit him.
"Ye Luo, get out of the way!"
Seeing Ye Luo standing motionless, Ruo Bing’s complexion changed drastically as she hurriedly cried out, about to rush over.
Then, those two thunder balls rged, exploding around Ye Luo, enveloping him in endless lightning, making him look like a figure made of lightning.
"Ye Luo!"
Seeing this, Ruo Bing’s eyes brimd with tears as she stared at Ye Luo, her face filled with sadness, while beside her, Leng Pengyu watched the scene, his face covered with a gleeful smile.
Yet his smile caused the wounds on his face to stretch, bringing him a piercing pain, and his mouth twitched.
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