Li Hua dodged left and right amid the lightning, but the bolts were too dense. At last, one swept past the top of his head with no room to evade. His hair crown exploded, and his long hair spilled loose, whipping wildly in the wind.
"Heh heh..."
His fury turning to laughter, Li Hua slowly raised his head.
Savage malice stirred across his long face. Not a trace of caution remained in his eyes or brows, only a bleak, sinister chill. His lips parted slightly, baring a sliver of white teeth. It looked less like a smile than the silent snarl of a beast choosing whom to devour.
"Good... very good..."
His Dharma power surged out with blood-tinged baleful intent. Rather than soaring ostentatiously into the sky, it pressed thickly against the ground a little over a foot high, rolling heavily and staining the earth and stones beneath his feet dark red.
His black hair hung in disarray, its ends drifting gently in the blood-tinged baleful intent like a nest of slender snakes slowly raising their heads at the scent of blood.
"I've backed down again and again, yet you keep pressing me."
"Do you all take me for a clay idol, someone anyone can come along and humiliate?"
"Fine! Today I'll swallow your thunder and use all your blood qi to refine my Dharma body!"
Had Li Fuchan cultivated "Li Thunder," Li Hua would never have dared act so recklessly. Unleashing blood qi of this magnitude before "Li Thunder" was no different from pouring oil onto a raging fire.
The suppression he suffered would only grow worse. Unless there was a vast difference in their cultivation realms, such an act was tantamount to courting death.
But he had already concluded that what Li Fuchan cultivated was not "Li Thunder."