Wu Family Village, Wu Family Martial Arts Arena.
At the end of the night and the beginning of dawn (four in the morning), it is the time when Yin turns to Yang.
The sky is overcast with dark clouds, pitch black, and the morning breeze carries a faint scent of a thunderstorm.
Wu Ba bared his upper body, his muscles bulging and intertwined. He slightly bent his knees into a horse stance, posing in the Eight Extremes Fist style.
With his physique, the stance he took was almost like that of a Dharma Protector Vajra.
However, at this moment, he was trembling all over, his entire body hair standing on end.
"What are you afraid of?!"
Next to him, Wu Zun saw this, and immediately barked angrily, his whiskers and beard bristling.
"'Five Thunders Strike' is the strongest martial art of Huaguang. If you can't learn it, what talk is there of inheritance?"
"Come, Step Gang, Binding Spell, follow my chant!"
