Hearing Wu Hua's words, Ling Fan fell silent. Indeed, in the Martial Arts World, there was a saying that martial arts were inferior to the laws of cultivation.
In realms of equal grade, martial artists were far from being a match for law practitioners. This disparity was especially pronounced below the God Realm, nearly insurmountable unless a martial artist who had experienced an enlightennt of special divine skills could narrow the gap.
The main difference was that martial artists excelled in close combat, while law practitioners could attack from a distance, casting spells across the air. You wouldn't have even reached them before their assault, like a force of Mountains and Seas, engulfed you.
However, the greatest weakness of law practitioners lay in their physical bodies. Every strength cos with a weakness; once a martial artist got close to a law practitioner, it was essentially a dead end for them.
In the Martial Arts World, law practitioners were extrely rare. The conditions for cultivation were far more stringent than those for martial artists. Without a deep legacy of lineage, it was nearly impossible to attain significant achievents. Compared to martial artists, they were a rarity, one in a hundred.
Wu Hua simply thought Official Ling was only at the Grandmaster Realm. With his Fourth Grade Law Cultivation in the late stages, he could certainly defeat a Grandmaster Realm martial artist at the peak.
But where would he know that Ling Fan was already practically stepping into the Wuxuan Realm? Even if Official Ling were at the sa realm as he, he could have beaten him like a dog!
At that mont, Wu Hua's expression turned serious, and he wasted no more words.
"Boy, I've heard that you have a rare talent, mastering both martial arts and law, and can even summon lightning with just a word. I can't wait to experience it for myself today!" Wu Hua suddenly shouted coldly, his aura rising sharply around him.
As Wu Hua's words spread, the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but startle. When they heard Ling Fan being referred to as proficient in both martial arts and law, they thought it was no small feat.
Compared to these layn, Cao Letian's heart was like a tumultuous sea. Dual cultivation of martial arts and law was sothing he had only seen in ancient texts, a suprely rare occurrence.
Even rarer than law practitioners by a factor of ten thousand, but people like this generally didn't get very far because the path of cultivating both was exceedingly difficult, as hard as reaching the heavens.
Though challenging, within the sa realm, they were basically invincible, belonging to that group that could sweep across anything in their way.
Just then, Wu Hua's aura reached its peak, with Yin Qi rolling around him, causing the temperature in the courtyard to plumt abruptly.
So of the young masters, deficient in Yang energy and full of Yin, couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably, feeling as if a chill wind had swept through them, cold to the bone.
"This... this..." The crowd of young masters chattered through their teeth, staring at the rising Yin Sha Energy around Wu Hua, too shocked to speak.
Including Cao Letian, everyone from the Tang Family and others were seeing Wu Hua cast spells for the first ti, their eyes wide open at the scene before them.
Even Takako Junta, hidden on the third floor, almost dropped his jaw in surprise. This scene suddenly reminded him of the Yin Gods of Snow Country's two great shrines.
"Eight... Gaga, does Huaxia still have such arts of Yin Sha?" Takako Junta muttered to himself with a tremble in his voice.
Right then, Wu Hua suddenly burst out shouting, "Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts!"
In an instant, centered around Wu Hua, the Yin Sha Energy surged explosively, shrouding the manor's courtyard sky like an eclipse.
The people felt as if the sky darkened abruptly, with a surge of Yin wind and a sense of dizziness and headache.
Yin Sha Energy, inherently a type of Yin poison, could be sowhat resisted by those who were abundant in Yang energy. Wu Hua today gave his all to show his power, fully unleashing his genuine skills.
His display might be impressive, but for those who indulged in pleasures without restraint on a daily basis, it ant trouble. Their faces turned green, and they were bound to suffer from serious illness in the future.
Before the onlookers could recover from their shock, a strange 'cackle' burst forth from the tumbling grey Yin Qi, a chilling sound that made those of weaker constitutions nearly unable to stand.
Ling Fan's eyebrows raised as he fixed his gaze on the roiling Yin Sha Energy in midair. This guy was more than a notch stronger than his disciple brother, Fu Cheng!
If the one who went to Tian Yun back then wasn't Fu Cheng but this man instead, Ling Fan might have been in trouble himself.
Just at that mont, from within the sinister Yin Sha Energy, over a dozen ghastly specters materialized, baring their teeth and clawing at the air as they whirled about in a demonic dance that made everyone's scalp tingle.
"Thump~"
A few with weaker constitutions had already collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen.
"Gho... ghosts..." soone's mouth quivered as they muttered incoherently.
The scene before them was likely the most terrifying thing they had ever seen in their lives.
Zheng Nan and Huo Yingbo exchanged glances, both pale with faces filled with unspeakable horror reflected in each other's eyes.
Even Young Master Li, lying on the ground, couldn't stop his body from trembling, his hands and feet ice-cold, his eyes nearly bulging out.
The Tang Family mbers took a sharp breath, shock written all over their faces.
Struggling to swallow, Tang Anqi felt a chill run down her spine; Wu Hua's tactic of summoning ghosts had truly taken her aback.
Tied to the wooden stake, An Xixue also had her eyes wide open, almost biting her tongue. Like any other woman, she feared these beings, and for a mont, she even forgot the effect of the dicine in her system and the intense pain throughout her body.
"Damn it, of all the things to do, had to keep a ghost, fuck!" Cao Letian cursed softly as he tightened his clothes.
He then took a few steps back, positioning himself beside Tang Anqi, almost like a Flower Guardian.
"Hahaha, kid, bring out your lightning and give this old man a show, let's see if you can disperse my Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts!" Wu Hua said with a face full of scorn and provocation.
Ling Fan fixed his gaze on the specters in midair, his brow furrowed slightly. This guy's so-called Hundred Ghosts was just an exaggeration; there were only a dozen or so in total, with only a few key ones among them.
"Heh, not bad, raising these little ghosts must have taken a lot of effort, eh? The Mountain Spirit is lacking, but the rest are decent enough!" Ling Fan sneered aloud while inwardly, he had to admit a grudging respect—raising such creatures and still able to sleep at night!
Besides the Mountain Spirit, there was also Ye Qin, a specter that glided through the air like a bat, which would suffocate a person by clinging to their face.
Another was the spirit of a recently deceased person, a soul that wanders about after leaving the body. There was also Gu Nu, a woman said to have beco a vengeful ghost seeking life, due to being insulted, bullied, and violated during her life, dying in anger.
As she was left with nothing but bones, she would disguise herself using human skin, also known as Hua Pi Gui. The famous 'Painted Skin' movie depicted this very ghost.
"Damn, this old bastard doesn't sleep with this female ghost every night, does he?" Official Ling scoffed wickedly to himself.
The last one was the Ox Demon, true to its na, a combination of a cow and a ghost, having a bovine head but a body like a terrestrial spider.
"Hahaha, boy, stop bluffing in front of this old man. Feel the agony of the Hundred Ghosts devouring your heart, go!" Wu Hua shouted, casting a Dharma Seal out of thin air.
Suddenly, the nurous large and small specters in midair, led by five large ghosts, howled as they charged towards Ling Fan.
The people close to Ling Fan were so frightened that they cried out 'Mommy' and wanted to run for their lives, but they were horrified to find their legs weren't responding; their muscles had cramped up long ago.
As the savage and grim specters approached, a few young masters' knees buckled, and with a 'thump,' they collapsed to the ground. It was a miracle they had lasted this long, being so of the most psychologically resilient present.
Even so, they couldn't prevent their trousers from getting wet with a large patch...
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