"He actually doesn't cultivate 'Li Thunder'?"
Li Hua was secretly startled.
Those who cultivated "Li Thunder" bore a vast, surging thunderous presence that could never be concealed. For the rest of their lives, arts such as masking their aura and moving unseen were utterly beyond their reach.
Yet Li Fuchan had just appeared behind them without a sound or the slightest warning, like a wisp of ghostly light materializing out of the Dark Clouds.
Clearly, what this man cultivated was certainly not "Li Thunder."
Li Hua was deeply shocked for a moment, but on second thought, it seemed only natural. He had long vaguely felt that someone as gloomy and unfathomable as Li Fuchan, forever scheming and fortifying his position at every step, could hardly cultivate the fierce, domineering, open and upright "Li Thunder."
Today, at least, one of his lingering doubts had been resolved.
But a new question immediately rose in its place: just what Dao lineage was this?
Dark Clouds blotted out the sun, gloomy and lightless, with lightning displayed outwardly and darkness hidden within. Such a manifestation was beyond Li Hua's ability to identify. Perhaps it belonged to some ancient Dao lineage that had long withdrawn from the world.
He could not help glancing at Hu Shan beside him. "Curse Shamanism" also belonged to the ancient paths. Perhaps Hu Shan recognized it?
But when he looked, he found Hu Shan already bristling with rage, pointing at Li Fuchan and shouting fiercely, "You thieving cultivator! Were you the one who seized my Gu Worms? Hand them over at once!"
Li Hua: ?
Li Hua froze for a moment. The situation was unclear, and friend and foe had yet to be distinguished, but Hu Shan had launched straight into an attack without even a word to probe him? Did