"My dear brother—"
Lv Zhong listened daily to Yan Chuan's martial arts lectures without ever missing one. Today, seeing him inscribing words on the cliff face, he gazed intently and found them dazzling. As he listened to Yan Chuan write and speak—
"Supreme Martial Arts, Treasure Saber Dragon Slayer!"
"Command the world, none dare disobey!"
"With no Yitian, who can compete?"
The sound was long, continuous, not only loud but also rich in tone.
Yan Chuan's Lion Roar skill was evident to all, being able to teach martial arts to one or two million people in a city simultaneously, allowing each person to hear clearly. This couldn't be achieved solely with a 'big horn'; without corresponding skill, it would be impossible.
At this moment.
He wrote, he recited, feeling as if knives and swords were crossing the sky on the wall, sharp and unparalleled, causing fear.
