I Heard My Brother Calling Me
In just two months, Jun Changxiao had relied on his own efforts to gain an initial grasp of the Nine Dragon Splitting Palm.
Though he had only just scratched the surface, there was no denying that without the aid of any tools, his talent and comprehension were still formidable—worthy of the title Martial Arts Master.
"This soon?!"
He Wudi said in shock, "Unbelievable!"
Thinking back to when he had cultivated the Nine Dragon Splitting Palm, he had spent several centuries on it.
Sigh.
As expected of the successor to the sect founded by Senior Xuan!
At that moment, as the leader of the Brainstorming Trio, He Wudi's admiration for Jun Changxiao surged like the rolling Yangtze, endless and unceasing.
"Sect Master!"
Rubbing his hands together, Su Xiaomo said, "Can we cultivate such a powerful Martial Technique too?"
"Of course."
Jun Changxiao said, "One copy for everyone."
Upon hearing his own manual classified as a public Martial Technique, He Wudi puffed out his chest, his face brimming with pride and self-satisfaction.
That day.
Jun Changxiao copied over a hundred thousand copies of the Nine Dragon Splitting Palm, then distributed them one by one to the disciples.
For everyone in the Eternal Sect to possess a copy of such an advanced Martial Technique from the Land of Eternal Life was simply insane.
However.
Whether they could successfully cultivate it would depend on themselves.
"Creak!"
Leaning against the door, Ye Xingchen lowered his head to look at the Nine Dragon Splitting Palm in his hand, his expression growing increasingly excited.
He had personally witnessed He Wudi use it, personally witnessed it instantly kill an incomparably powerful BOSS. Naturally, he yearned deeply for this Martial Technique.
The Night Emperor was arrogant.
He had never believed his talent was