Hua Guang Martial Arts Were Fierce, Divine Artifacts Throwing the Capital into Chaos

Wu Family Village, Wu Family Training Ground.

The end of the Chou hour and beginning of the Yin hour—four in the morning—was precisely when extreme yin turned into yang.

The sky was thick with dark clouds, pitch-black all around, while the morning wind carried the faint fishy tang that came before a thunderstorm.

Wu Ba stood bare-chested, his muscles knotted, his knees slightly bent in a horse stance as he assumed the posture of Eight Extremities Fist.

With his physique, his stance was nearly identical to that of a Guardian Vajra.

Yet at that moment, his whole body was trembling, every hair standing on end.

"What are you afraid of?!"

Seeing this, Wu Zhong immediately barked angrily, his bushy beard and white whiskers bristling.

"'Five Thunder Strike' is Hua Guang's strongest martial art. If you can't learn it, what are you talking about inheriting?"

"Come. Pace the Gang, form the hand seal, and chant after me!"

"Five Thunder Masters above, Five Thunder Generals below... I obey the decree of Patriarch Hua Guang. Destroy evil and annihilate baleful forces. Urgently, in accordance with the statutes!"

As Wu Zhong spoke, he paced the Gang and stepped the Dipper, forming hand seals and chanting incantations.

Unlike a Daoist practitioner casting a spell, he formed the seal with only one hand while simultaneously assuming the Mountain-Collapsing Stance.

Rumble—

As the incantation took effect, muffled thunder suddenly rolled across the sky.

When Wu Ba heard it, his body immediately shuddered. He stared at the sky, a trace of fear flashing through his eyes.

Crackle—

At the same time, arcs of electricity began to dance across Wu Zhong's arm.

He turned with the momentum and struck toward the empty air on his left.

With a boom, the rammed-earth wall collapsed, its power comparable to the Divine