Crushing and Teasing

"I'll tear you into pieces and swallow you mouthful by mouthful!"

Lei Zhenyue roared with bulging eyes. His claw shadows danced wildly, tearing through wind and air with piercing shrieks, instantly blanketing several yards around Zhang Sanxian above him.

Every claw strike carried enough terrifying force and speed to rip a Matter-Forgetting Rank martial artist into a spray of blood, and the killing intent within them made one's scalp tingle.

Yet in the face of such peril, Zhang Sanxian remained incomparably calm.

Within Lei Zhenyue's dense, sky-filling barrage of claws, he was like a small boat adrift amid raging wind and rain.

At times he drifted unpredictably like a phantom; at others, he moved with the elegant bearing of an immortal. He flashed and evaded, never once allowing himself to be caught.

This only made Lei Zhenyue, who bared his fangs and flailed his claws yet gained nothing, look like a foolish cripple born defective.

Finally, after splitting into several afterimages once more, Zhang Sanxian's true body vanished without a trace again, nowhere to be found.

Lei Zhenyue, whose counterattack had failed, stopped putting on airs in midair and crashed to the ground, shattering a wide patch of stone tiles beneath his feet.

At last, gravity and frenzied killing intent appeared in his pinkish-purple eyes.

"Good. Very good. Excellent!"

Staring at the several "Zhang Sanxians" racing in different directions, Lei Zhenyue laughed in extreme anger. "Zhang Sanxian, you truly are quite capable. But I was merely playing just now. This time, I will be utterly serious—serious about beating you to death alive!"

As he spoke, pinkish-purple light flashed from the cracked bone wound Zhang Sanxian had poked into the crown of his head, and it swiftly healed.

Even his ruined scalp and hair regrew completely, as though he had never