"What a ruthless brat. It seems you truly won't rest until I'm dead!"
Qin Shaofeng held his saber in his left hand, crossing it over his chest with his right arm.
Only after the power of Lei Ben's move had completely dissipated did he let out a cold laugh. "Unfortunately, you're too slow. Even if that armor of yours is an eyesore, you still can't possibly be my opponent."
"You actually said I'm not your opponent?"
Lei Ben nearly jumped up.
His mind was ordinary, and his experience in the martial world was abysmal, but his cultivation was still passable.
Among those of the same generation, there were truly only a handful who could surpass him.
Yet in Qin Shaofeng's mouth, someone as powerful as him was actually no match for a mere Fifth Grade Earth Star Position ant.
This was more than anyone could bear—an uncle might endure it, but even an aunt could not!
"Qin Shaofeng, go die! Aaaah!"
Lei Ben roared in fury. Lightning seemed to coil around his voice, and in that instant, it made every strand of his black hair stand on end.
Puffs of black smoke continuously rose from above his head. Who knew how much of his hair would suffer under his rage?
"Thunder! Thunder God!"
"The Thunder Sect's cultivation technique is actually this badass? It can turn its user into a bolt of lightning to attack others? Looks like Qin Shaofeng is finished."
"Qin Shaofeng isn't slow, but the lightning Lei Ben turns into won't be slow either. He's probably in for it now."
"Truly terrifying. Though isn't his hair suffering a little too badly?"
Below the arena, waves of discussion rang out once more.
Although quite a few people had worry in their eyes, Han Yue's words had still hit the