Chapter 551

The Wu clan is warlike.

The Dao of War is indeed the most fitting for the Wu clan.

With the Wu clan's formidable physical bodies, combined with the enhancement of the Dao of War, it is like adding wings to a tiger; at the same realm, unless they possess an extremely powerful magic treasure, the true cultivators of the Xuan Sect are no match for a single blow from the Wu clan.

But the Dao of War is not easily comprehended.

The Wu clan has no bloodline inheritance of the Dao of War; to comprehend it, one must disregard life and death, engage in countless bloody battles against peers, hone oneself, and forge an fearless battle heart before even a chance of understanding the Dao of War arises.

The Dao of War demands unyielding combat until death, fearless and unafraid.

The Wu clan indeed loves battle, yet they are ordinary living beings; even ordinary living beings must fear life and death.

Even if one achieves fearlessness and fights peers, the risks involved are immense.

To forge an fearless battle heart, one battle is not enough—it requires a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand battles, and they must all be life-and-death struggles.

Ordinary battles, not involving life and death, cannot achieve true disregard for life and death; the battle intent thus formed is impure, like a castle in the air, easily shattered.

How could such battle intent possibly communicate with the Dao of War?

The Dao of War does indeed suit the Wu clan, yet few Wu clan members can comprehend it.

Those Wu clan members who comprehend the Dao of War can be said to have compensated for the Wu clan's inability to cultivate the Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit aids in comprehending the Dao.

But the Dao of War requires no comprehension—only constant battle.

As long as one battles ceaselessly, one's understanding of the Dao of War grows continuously.

Battle, for the Wu clan, is as simple as eating and drinking.

Thus, the weakness of slow Dao comprehension is naturally compensated.

Yet this path is not an easy one.

Therefore, Luo Fu genuinely admires Xingtian, who has comprehended the Dao of War and cultivated to the peak of the Pretender Sage realm.

Xingtian's comprehension of the Dao of War is not surprising.

After all, this one is truly fierce.

In myth, Xingtian once dared to chop at Ye Tiandi.

And after Huang Di severed his head, he still used his nipples as eyes and his navel as a mouth, swinging his axe and continuing to fight.

Such a person is born to be a battle fanatic.

Admiration aside, Luo Fu showed no mercy in battle.

As before, Luo Fu raised his right hand once more. This time, he did not intend to casually intercept Xingtian's attack as he had last time.

Although Xingtian's power this time was worlds apart from last time, to Luo Fu it made little difference.

Even a Saint, in Luo Fu's current view, is merely a gnat that can be crushed with a flick of the finger.

And so-called Great Divine Art Pretender Sages are but gnats in the eyes of Saints.

A gnat's gnat, no matter how fiercely it unleashes its power, can be intercepted by Luo Fu without the slightest effort.

Yet Luo Fu has always been relatively friendly toward the Wu clan.

The Wu clan of the Primordial World has always revered him as their father god, Pan Gu; how could Luo Fu not be friendly toward them?