Amidst a spray of stone chips, the Elder Sect Leader hooked a wine jug with his maimed limb, took a deep swig, wiped his mouth, and shook his head.
"Sigh, it's getting worse and worse. Back in the day, when Ancestral Master Li Jinglei practiced this move, he shattered the Sect's ancestral hall! Now, it takes some effort just to break a stone stele."
As he spoke, Chen Tiangang glanced at Xu Yunfan with a slightly trembling hand, concealing his inner shock.
"Try it again."
At Chen Tiangang's command, a fine tremor suddenly erupted from Xu Yunfan's shoulder blades. As he swung his arms, they left dozens of afterimages in their wake.
The candlelight on the cave walls flickered wildly from the force of his movements. Where the gust from his fist passed, the three-inch-thick bluestone floor cracked like a spiderweb.
Chirping Cicada.
