As he spoke, Lei Shenhao suddenly became smug: "Well, you can't compare to me, Junior Brother Diao. When Master accepted me as his disciple, I caught him off guard and forced out his [Spirit Shield]. He even praised my exceptional talent, saying I would surely inherit his mantle in the future!"
"Spirit Shield?"
Fang Yu was stunned: "What Spirit Shield?"
"It's a believer's unique shield. Don't be fooled by how Brother Lei seems average in strength; I actually have a [Spirit Shield] too. This is a basic skill, as long as the [Spirit Shield] isn't broken, the physical body won't suffer harm... Hmm?!"
Lei Shenhao hadn't finished his words yet, and Fang Yu suddenly reached out a hand, grabbing Lei Shenhao's neck and lifting him up.
What Spirit Shield, what Blood-colored Steam—can't see even a shadow of them.
At this moment, Lei Shenhao in Fang Yu's hand was as weak as a chick, unable to resist at all.
