Ye Lei could clearly feel intense pain shooting from his abdomen. When Night Douluo's palm had ambushed his belly, it had been like a sharp sickle, instantly slicing through his defenses. Blood kept flowing down Night Douluo's arm before dripping from his elbow onto the ground.
Ye Lei tightly gripped Night Douluo's arm. Nearly enduring the agony by force, he gritted his teeth, raised his leg, and viciously kicked Night Douluo away.
With the sound of flesh tearing, a palm-sized wound suddenly appeared on Ye Lei's abdomen. A chunk of flesh from Ye Li's stomach had been brutally ripped away by Night Douluo, and blood gushed endlessly from the wound. Although Ye Lei quickly stopped the bleeding, that wound became a mark that could never be erased.
Night Douluo quietly looked at the blood staining his hand, an abnormally twisted smile curling across his lips. Then, in a grotesque manner, he licked every drop of blood clean from his hand.
Seeing that scene with his own eyes, Ye Lei broke out in goosebumps from sheer disgust. He nearly vomited up everything he had eaten at the wedding earlier.
"Old bastard, everything you say and do disgusts me. With that neither-human-nor-ghost appearance of yours, you filthy beast, you still want to rule the world? Did a donkey kick you in the head? I'll make sure you wake the hell up now!"
Ye Lei found his tattered clothes too bothersome and, without hesitation, tore them completely apart, exposing his muscular upper body to the air. The lines of his muscles were distinct, but his body was covered front and back in vicious, terrifying scars.
He could have faded all those scars away, but he believed scars were a man's lifelong medals and refused to erase them no matter what. After all, those