Ye Fan said indifferently, "Is that enough?"
"This is impossible!"
Jue Wuqing was stunned. He had never seen someone entirely unafraid of lightning. Ye Fan was the first. Of course, he didn't know how terrifying Ye Fan's rebirth through Nirvana had been. Compared to the lightning during that ordeal, the heavenly lightning Jue Wuqing commanded was nothing more than a tickle.
"You've had your turn. Now it's mine."
Ye Fan struck, moving with the speed of lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Jue Wuqing.
Just as Jue Wuqing tried to move, he froze. At that moment, it felt as if the entire world had gone silent.
DRIP. DRIP.
Fresh blood trickled down his body.
He stared in disbelief at the wound, only then realizing that Ye Fan's sword had pierced through his ribs, pinning him to the large tree behind him.
