The surrounding crowd cried out in alarm again and backed away.
Everyone could see that this blond young man no longer wanted to live.
Lu Ming tilted his head slightly and glanced at Dai Mubai charging toward him.
His gaze was calm.
As though he were watching a moth fly into a fire.
There was no pity.
Nor was there the slightest ripple of emotion.
Sikong Zhen, standing in the middle of the street, did not even sway in the slightest.
He watched the light orbs raining down from the sky, watched that twisted, distorted face filled with killing intent.
The corner of his mouth twitched faintly.
That was not a smile.
It was contempt.
Mockery of an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Whatever thunder strikes shall be annihilated."
Sikong Zhen slowly raised his right hand.
There was no earth-shaking display in his palm.
Only a ball of purple lightning flickered there.
The lightning was incomparably condensed, its color so deep it was nearly black.
Facing Dai Mubai's life-burning attack, he made only a simple motion.
He waved his hand.
As if brushing away an annoying fly.
"Perish."
Just one word.
BOOM!!
Thunder erupted from the ground.
It did not descend from the heavens, but exploded directly in front of Dai Mubai.
A terrifying pillar of lightning more than two meters in diameter instantly pierced through the space where Dai Mubai stood.
The seemingly ferocious White Tiger Meteor Shower vaporized the instant it touched the lightning pillar, without making even a sound.
Then came Dai Mubai himself.
His charge came to an abrupt halt.
He was swallowed head-on by that violent power of thunder.
"Ah—!!"
The scream had barely begun before it stopped abruptly.
As if someone had suddenly strangled him.
The blinding lightning illuminated the entire street, forcing