Chapter 397 – The Dragon Slayer Punch! (2/2)

A tremendous shock wave spread out in all direction.

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Snow were swept away, leaving not a speck of snow on the ground.

Screech!

The icicles were like arrows, shooting everywhere.

Crackle—–

The roof tiles were lifted. The entire roof was not covered with the slightest patch of straw.

Snap—

The brick walls began splitting apart, and then the cracks were widening until a large area had collapsed.

It was as though a typhoon or an earthquake had struck the area.

Otherwise, no one can imagine who would possess such destructive power.

At the East gate of the long street.

As the men of the Monitoring Division and City Patrol men were battling fiercely, a heap of snow and knife-sharp icicles engulfed them like a flood. The battle halted and everyone looked skywards with a stunned face.

Very quickly reactions came over them, they each waved about the weapon in their hands to deflect the snow and icicles.

The nearby residents were more miserable. They had already hid inside their house to watch but why was their roof suddenly gone?

Before the wide-opened mouths could produce the sound of exclamation, the house walls were breaking apart at a speed visible to the naked eye—-

The explosions rang throughout Tiandu, as if there were countless huge firecrackers being set off at the same time.

After a while.

A long while.

There was a deathly silence at the scene.

Wind blew and snow fluttered.

But there was still a burning smell in the air.

Li Muyang stood where he was, gasping for breath, blood filled his eyes like he had been taken over by a demon.

He glanced at his right fist, as though he had never seen it before.

Frighten Dragon Fist!

Li Muyang knew well that this was the 'Frighten dragon fist' that he had learnt after fusing with the tear of the Dragon king.

However, this was not the same Frighten Dragon Fist as before.

The previous Frighten dragon fists were never as powerful as this time, and the powerful qi that came gus.h.i.+ng out was like streak of lightning, a blurred figure.

This time the Frighten dragon fist had unexpectedly formed a dragon shape. It was easy to distinguish that it was a dragon-shaped lightning for people with sharp eyes.

His arms were trembling, and his heart was shaking gently.

“Must not—” Li Muyang prayed in his heart, “must not come out.”

“You—” Hong Xiu stared at Li Muyang with a look of fear, like she was looking at a creature she had never seen before. “Are you all right? Your eyes–your eyes are so scary.”

Hong Xiu, an expert of disguise, had a deep understanding of facial expressions, people's emotions and all kinds of body language.

But she had never seen such eyes.

HIs pupils were missing, the whites of the eyes were gone, and both his eyes were only red with blood.

The blood water were rising and falling following the movement of Li Muyang's eyes.

The red blood made up a pair of eyes, a pair of new eyes.

Such eyes should not appear on the human body, but rather some ancient fierce beast.

“I'm all right.” Li Muyang looked at Hong Xiu, repeating again. “I'm okay.”

The blood in his eyes did not affect his eyesight.

He was able to see the panic and fear within Hong Xiu's eyes. He saw his own blood red eyes from her pale yellow eyes.

Looking up, Baili Changhe's figure was already gone.

It was as though that explosion had blown him up.

“What kind of punch is that?” A calm voice came.

Li Muyang abruptly lifted his head to see a man with long hair draped over his back and flowy white robe standing in midair.

One of his palm was lifted horizontally and above his palm was the badly mangled Baili Changhe.

Li Muyang coldly stared at Mu Yubai and did not utter a word.

The red blood fog tumbled and the white robed Mu Yubai had become a person covered with blood.

He knew that Mu Yubai was a peerless master, but it was not clear to him how much he had saw, and whether or not he recognised that the punch was the Dragon Clan's Frighten dragon fist.

Li Muyang knew that the 'Frighten dragon fist' was a secret skill of the dragon clan. He understood that only the dragon's strong and mighty body could cultivate such a technique and if it were other body they would have already been torn to pieces.

Li Muyang was able to cultivate this technique because he was struck by lightning when he was born. In other words, when he was still a newborn baby he had already begun to bear the abnormal torturing of the lightning penetrating his body.

The growth of Li Muyang was in fact a painful and long history of restoration of his body, tendons, organs, and even the brain area and his spirit sea—-

Compared to this level of training, the story that circulated around Jianghu of the Mother wolf and father tiger carrying a three year old child and a five year old child across the Demon Valley in winter was nothing.

Mu Yubai lifted his right hand horizontally into the air and the huge body of Baili Changhe lied above his palm.

However, the body of Baili Changhe was suspended and did not touch the palm of Mu Yubai.

His expression was calm, and he did not find it difficult to accept the fact that Li Muyang had defeated Baili Changhe.

His eyes were studying Li Muyang with great interest. He asked again, “that punch just now was incomparably tyrannical, it seemed like it was the most powerful fist technique in the world. Moreover when it soared into the air, the shape was like that of the legendary dragon and there was a faint dragon roar—this fist technique has something to do with dragons?”

“That's correct.” Li Muyang said in a cold voice. “This is the Dragon slayer punch, a special technique to slaughter the dragons of this world.”

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