More than that, along with the reverberating sound came a green point of light no larger than a soybean. The instant it appeared, it stirred the heavens. Violent winds rose above the Imperial Academy, dark clouds blanketed the sky, and muffled thunder rolled amid the violent churning of the clouds. Before Fu Zhiwen could see clearly, another strange sound emerged from Xiao Hua's mouth, and another green point of light shot forth.
"Rumble..." The appearance of this light brought an even more sudden upheaval of wind and clouds. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of thumb-thick bolts of lightning flashed as they surged toward the Imperial Academy. Where the lightning fell was precisely the "Son" above Professor Du's head, as well as the azure net of words formed by the poetry and books recited by over a thousand students!
What made Fu Zhiwen tremble with fear was that the seemingly unbreakable azure net of words, those passages that had so easily shattered his Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Word Soul Formation, those hundreds of poems that even Daoist arts could not easily break, melted away faster than snow before boiling water! Even Professor Du's prized "Son"—the Confucian master formed with words as its body and Vast Righteous Qi as its soul—collapsed beneath several heavenly bolts. It not only turned into stiff, lifeless phrases, but was transformed once more into the purest Vast Righteous Qi beneath threads of dark green lightning.
"Lightning Drawing Technique..." Fu Zhiwen suddenly understood, recalling an ancient Daoist divine ability. He was filled with astonishment.
In truth, it was not only Fu Zhiwen who stood dumbstruck. Even Xiao Hua himself had never expected the Lightning and Thunder Technique to have such miraculous effects against the Confucian cultivators' Hundred Sons Sing Together! Xiao Hua was stunned for a moment, then immediately threw back