"Fine finger technique, Xiang Yang. What martial art is this?"
Disregarding the fact that the two sides were locked in a life-and-death battle, Hu Yulu's bovine eyes shone brightly. He could barely suppress the curiosity in his heart as he spoke up.
With his knowledge, he naturally saw that this finger technique seemed to take a single form of true qi as its foundation, from which countless martial principles had been derived. Finger Force Filling the Sky, penetrating everywhere without a gap—it was the supreme killing move for striking groups.
If enemies were attacking Xiang Yang from all directions right now, so long as they were somewhat weaker, even a group of Xiantian Experts would inevitably be shot full of holes by the stone-piercing, gold-penetrating finger force.
"Ten Thousand Fires Urgent of the Three Points Divine Finger was something Xiang hastily created after sensing that my blade path had been sealed and my methods were lacking.
Today is still the first time I've used it against an enemy. I hope I will not disappoint my two elder brothers."
A smile hung on Xiang Yang's face, calm and unhurried. His tone sounded humble, carrying the gentle warmth of polished jade, as though he were a refined scholar well versed in books and reason.
Yet Hu Yulu and Chu Sai'en, the two brothers, felt even more solemn. It was normal for Xiang Yang's martial arts to be strong—after all, he was a prodigy who had roamed freely across two provinces and made a name for himself in the martial world. Still, they had never expected him to be so formidable, to possess such breadth of mind and martial cultivation.
Learning was easy; creating was difficult. Some powerhouse who had attained the Dao might spend an entire lifetime merely following the martial path