The Sand Painting Sect leader clearly hadn't expected Ao Yue's physical strength to be so formidable. He had actually broken through his sand waves by force, then closed in and attacked with lightning speed. In his haste, he held his folding fan horizontally across his chest, barely blocking Ao Yue's powerful blow. With a muffled bang, tremendous force surged through the fan, numbing the web between his thumb and forefinger. His body slid backward uncontrollably several steps, plowing two deep furrows into the ground.
Ao Yue pressed his advantage, both fists raining down like drops of rain. Every punch carried violent force, driving the leader back repeatedly until he had no power to fight back. The onlookers cried out in alarm. The Sand Painting Sect disciples stared at one another in disbelief. Their own leader was actually being beaten down by some upstart who had just arrived. How humiliating!
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash! Get up here, now!" the Sand Painting Sect leader roared, veins bulging on his face.
Only then did the disciples snap out of their daze. They waved the brushes in their hands, sand paintings flowing across their fan surfaces as sand blades, sand serpents, and sand waves surged toward Ao Yue from all directions.
Ao Yue gave a cold laugh and neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the sand blades and sand serpents to strike his body. A faint golden light shimmered across his skin. When those attacks landed upon it, they were like mud oxen plunging into the sea, unable to stir up the slightest ripple. How could these petty tricks possibly injure the body of a true dragon?
"Petty tricks, yet you dare show off before an expert!" Ao Yue growled. His figure darted through the dust like a ghost, fists flashing as he