Gu Peng said, "Song Zhao, that was a sneak attack! But so what? So what if it was?"
After he finished speaking, Gu Peng, who had been standing under the open sky being relentlessly struck by a deluge of lightning, finally shuddered.
He raised his long spear, holding it horizontally against the sky.
The cascading lightning bolts struck him, first making his whole body tremble, his lion fur curl, and his face turn black with soot.
Then, the spectating Cultivators at the edge of the plaza who had yet to leave gradually discovered that although Gu Peng looked like he was being struck miserably, no matter how miserable he seemed, he suffered no broken bones, no blood flowed from his seven orifices, and even...
Even then, he hadn't moved an inch from his spot!
Then, slowly, the long spear in his hand began to absorb even more lightning.
