"Bitch, die!"
Ling Baiyi struck out as if swatting a fly, aiming for Ye Zhen. Yet his fan produced a myriad of light and shadow, thrusting toward Luo Yingzi like a sword or spear, completely disregarding Ye Zhen as if he wasn't worth the attention.
Luo Yingzi's pretty eyes flickered as she glanced at Ye Zhen. To tell the truth, she didn't know Ye Zhen's full strength, except for the Heavenly Thunder of Fright, which she knew all too well. As long as Ye Zhen unleashed it, even Ling Baiyi would pose no real threat.
To Luo Yingzi's surprise, Ye Zhen did not unleash the Heavenly Thunder of Fright but instead flicked out a finger lightly.
With the extension of his finger, an overwhelming aura burst forth suddenly, causing Lul Xiao's expression to shift.
"Junior Brother Ling, be careful!"