Zhang Tie knew he was not the Dragon Emperor, nor did he possess the Dragon Emperor's realm. As the saying went, the longer the night, the more likely dreams would arise. At a time like this, Zhang Tie naturally gave the elders and divine generals of the Dragon Emperor Temple in the sky no time to think or react. Instead, he continued to strike, intimidating everyone.
Shadow Demon Firmament, whose Wind Chakra had been refined by Zhang Tie, turned to ashes. Without pausing for even an instant, Zhang Tie gave a cold snort. "Still hiding...?" Then he threw a punch directly toward Dragon Emperor City.
On the surface, Zhang Tie's punch looked light and fluttering, like a breeze brushing willow branches, as though it were merely a casual gesture by the Dragon Emperor. Yet in truth, Zhang Tie had put his full strength into it.
This punch already carried twenty percent of the Dragon Emperor Divine Fist's power.
As Zhang Tie punched out, a golden mad dragon more than two hundred meters long roared forth from his hand. It shot tens of thousands of meters away and slammed into a small courtyard in an alley within Dragon Emperor City below.
The punch was launched with fierce, rigid Yang force, yet when it landed in the courtyard, it transformed into an exceedingly soft Yin force.
Under that punch, without a sound, the house, furniture, and every arrangement in the small courtyard instantly turned to ashes, while the buildings beside it remained untouched. In the eyes of the other divine generals of the Dragon Emperor Temple, this naturally seemed like the Dragon Emperor's mercy—he had not used his full strength and did not wish to involve the other people of Dragon Emperor City. In reality, however, this was already the limit Zhang