Zhang Xuanlei raised his head, crimson hair flying, violent, eyes filled with murderous intent, staring at Li Che.
"A mere ancient heavenly court's controller of thunder."
"Mortal..."
Zhang Xuanlei stared at Li Che, with countless chains from the divine shrine behind him floating like aquatic plants, swaying in the air.
It seemed extremely sensitive, sensing something, swaying as Zhang Xuanlei greedily stared at Li Che.
Like he was looking at an extremely delicious cake!
"There's something incredibly attractive to the divine on you... No, it's your flesh and blood, even more appealing than this physical body. You... were born for the divine!"
A hoarse voice, like gravel rubbing harshly against stone, extremely sharp and piercing.
Zhang Xuanlei stared at Li Che; it seemed as if saliva was dripping down.
This strange, ugly appearance made Li Che frown.
Li Che understood why this Temple God was suddenly so excited.
