Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
Blue Electric Arcs gathered, transforming into a bolt of blue lightning several meters long that rose from Tang Hao's palm.
"Heavenly Lament Divine Wind!"
Tang Hao shouted, and three or four azure wind blades flew out, circling the blue lightning like great swallows.
"Kid, see that? This is the true Wrath of the Firmament," Meng Weiyi said.
Jiang Chuan stared at Tang Hao. "It is indeed Falling Cloud Thunder, but he cultivated this Heavenly Lament Divine Wind incorrectly, and he hasn't comprehended the supreme profundity of Wrath of the Firmament either."
"I cultivated Heavenly Lament Divine Wind exactly as the technique stated—by gathering Astral Wind formed from Transcendent Factors and refining it into my body."
Tang Hao snapped, "You little brat, stop spouting nonsense!"
"That is indeed what the technique says, but before 'refining it into your body,' you overlooked four words: 'take its essence.'"
As Jiang Chuan spoke, he controlled his Divine Sense to create high and low pressure within his dantian. Pitch-black spiritual power spun madly, and a sound like ghosts wailing came from within his dantian.
"How is wind formed? Wind is formed when differences in heat cause air to flow."
"What is the essence of Astral Wind? It is, in fact, the principle behind its formation. The true Heavenly Lament Divine Wind simulates high and low pressure within the body, then uses spiritual power as air."
The moment he finished speaking, dozens—hundreds—of pitch-black wind blades flew from Jiang Chuan's palm.
The chilling cold intent and powerful aura made Tang Hao and the other two tense inwardly.
"This is Heavenly Lament Divine Wind?! How could this be Heavenly Lament Divine Wind?!" Meng Weiyi could hardly believe it.
Tang Hao's eyes widened. "This is absolutely not Heavenly Lament Divine Wind!"
"Kid, could you have misunderstood