Shen Ao revealed his demonic art, his ferocity soaring to the heavens. A surging demonic aura, condensed almost into substance, billowed around him, black and thick as ink.
With a stomp of his foot, immense force pulverized the brick-paved ground beneath him. A wild gale rose, and he vanished from where he stood. As if teleporting, he reappeared before Xiang Yang.
Rumble! A gust from his fist rushed straight at Xiang Yang. Shen Ao, who had closed in as though teleporting, wielded both fists like grinding stones, punching as swiftly as the wind. In the blink of an eye, he unleashed thousands upon thousands of dense fist shadows toward Xiang Yang, which finally transformed into a winding black dragon phantom that emerged with its head swaying.
The clear dragon roar carried the majestic dominance to cow all beasts, lending the solemn, tyrannical fist force an even more vast and imposing aura that could overawe the four seas.
The Four Extremes Demonic Art was Shen Ao's foundational martial art, the basis of his personal strength, much like Dragon King Shui Wuhen's Water Essence Inscription. Yet to fully unleash this towering power, he still needed powerful combat techniques.
Shen Ao's fist art was the Four Extremes Demonic Fist, created specifically for the Four Extremes Demonic Art. The four extremes of east, south, west, and north—Azure Dragon of the east, White Tiger of the west, Vermilion Bird of the south, Black Tortoise of the north. Four extremes, four symbols; boundless and immeasurable, its might was inexhaustible.
This move was the East Extreme Azure Dragon Fist. Its fist force was like a dragon, its fist intent like a dragon—Soaring Dragon. The technique was ancient and unadorned, crushing others through sheer momentum, often subduing the enemy without a fight. It was a peerlessly tyrannical fist