Li Mu Yang was best at Shocking Dragon Fist, and it was also the technique he loved most.
With one punch, lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
Between heaven and earth, a white dragon roared into the sky.
Just imagining the scene was enough to make anyone feel it was unbelievably cool.
Most importantly, Li Mu Yang did not even need to use Dragon Transformation.
That was right. In front of other people, Li Mu Yang could not use Dragon Transformation. Otherwise, he would expose his identity as the possessor of a divine dragon's body. By then, he would become the enemy of the entire world. Even Lu Qingming, Lu Qiji's father, whose life he had only just saved, would probably turn his weapon against him.
Sometimes, Li Mu Yang felt deeply sorrowful.
He had clearly done nothing wrong and had never provoked anyone. Why did those humans insist on killing him? He had never wanted to kill them.
Besides, he had read that black dragon's memories. Humanity had broken its oath first, and had nearly slaughtered the dragon race to extinction. Was this what they called doing anything necessary to make a lie come true?
Boom!
A gale swept across the land, sending sand and stones flying.
The leaking force snapped the green bamboo on the ground stalk by stalk, shattering it into fragments.
The white dragon charged at the silver palm print in the sky. The white and silver currents of energy clashed and fought.
Crack, crack, bang!
A series of strange explosions rang out.
The white dragon's head slammed into the heavily empowered palm print. Silver ripples spread from the palm print, surging outward without end.
Seeing that his Heavenly Gang One Qi Palm was about to be broken through, Strange Daoist formed a hand seal and began