Han Sen didn’t say another word. He simply laughed, looking at Nie Tian and Dong Li.

His laughter gradually became resonant, and then ear-piercing.

At the same time, slender cyan lightning bolts slithered from under his skin to roam all over him like spirit snakes.

They were condensations of his pure flesh power.

FIZZ! FIZZ!

The slithering lighting bolts suddenly made his scrawny body look strong and formidable.

Now, with lightning bolts as his cape, he looked like a fierce god of lightning.

Rubbing his chin, Nie Tian examined him with his bloodline power, then said with a crafty smile, “He’s clearly spent some time and effort refining his body with lighting power, so his body is much tougher than that of an ordinary cultivator. However, the grade of your bloodline is still far too low. Any body refinement at such a level isn’t...