Speaking of which, after Lei Dong received Wan Yan's Ghost Messenger message, he was furious. He had single-handedly held off a Nascent Soul-level Demon Insect. It might have looked easy, but he was actually taking an enormous risk. One careless mistake, one unexpected mishap, and his soul would be scattered to the winds. And now, a whole group of inexplicable people had appeared to stir up trouble. What was more, Tu Lei, their commander, was still trying to reason with them. Did these people from the Netherworld not know that when all was said and done, might made right?
Lei Dong's sudden arrival and outburst left everyone dumbstruck. They were used to him being polite and proper, always conducting himself with decorum. They had never expected him to be so domineering, his presence so imposing.
"You, you, you..." A few punches and kicks from Lei Dong had not been enough to take Hu Yan Old Devil's life. But at last, the old devil's gaunt, ugly, blood-smeared face was exposed. He struggled to his feet in a wretched state, pointing at Lei Dong in fury and disbelief. "You're just a Golden Core Initial Stage brat, and you dare hit me?"
"Got a problem with that?" Lei Dong clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at him disdainfully. "You old thing, neither man nor ghost—if you don't like it, go ahead and hit me back."
"Well said!" The Black Bull bellowed with delight. "Lei, I've decided you're my friend!" He was absolutely thrilled. He had nearly fallen into Hu Yan Old Devil's trap just now. Though he considered himself quite powerful, the thought of those tiny, mysterious Gu insects was enough to make his skin crawl. Now Lei Dong had shown up, given the old devil a taste of his own