"I'm going to die?"
Lei Yuan's face, which had held a cat-playing-with-a-mouse expression at Gu Jinlai's words, froze slightly.
Then he burst into an unrestrained, arrogant laugh, "Ha ha ha, I'm going to die? This is simply the best joke I've heard all year, a Martial King with barely the battle power of a Peak Heavenly Being through the use of Divine Skills, daring to speak like this in front of a Martial Saint. Since you've successfully made me laugh, I've decided..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the Martial Saint had made his move.
Even when hunting a rabbit, the lion uses its full might.
Facing Gu Jinlai, this Martial Saint still covered it up with his wild laughter and suddenly attacked while speaking halfway.
He lashed out with his sword.
As he thrust, countless streaks of lightning and thunder wrapped around his War Sword, a standout even among Quasi-Dao Artifacts, creating a Thunder Sword that tore through the Sky Dome.
