Pang Yi held the Supreme Elder in boundless reverence. He had expended considerable thought and effort to enable Pang Yi to cultivate the Supreme Demonic Art to a certain level, unlike Huo Lian, whose cultivation method Huang Xiao could not practice.
This was heaven's will. Heaven was clearly on his side.
The Supreme Demonic Art-that is what you know nothing about, Pang Yi snorted inwardly.
How could Huang Xiao possibly imagine the wonders of the Supreme Demonic Art?
Even now that he had cultivated it himself, the wonders of the cultivation method still felt unreal to him.
He dared not imagine the Supreme Elder's strength. After all, the Supreme Elder had created the Supreme Demonic Art.
As for the Supreme Demonic Art, Pang Yi was likewise curious whether it truly was even more powerful than the Supreme Demonic Art he practiced.
Fist and palm collided, and the fierce force spilling from them spread wildly outward. The hard bluestone on the arena shattered wherever it struck.
The shattered stone fragments flew up, only to be swept by the escaping force, ground to powder, and dispersed into the air.
This internal power? Huang Xiao was utterly shocked.
Pang Yi's palm force was exceedingly fierce, his internal power incomparably profound.
Under the assault of Pang Yi's palm force, Huang Xiao's fist force steadily lost ground.
"Huang Xiao, where is your forbidden art?" Pang Yi asked in a low voice, staring at Huang Xiao.
A trace of chill flashed deep within Huang Xiao's eyes. "As you wish."
Sound Art Qi Transformation! Huang Xiao shouted inwardly.
"Huh?" Pang Yi suddenly discovered that the power of his true qi was rapidly fading. A considerable amount of his internal power had vanished for no apparent reason.
Yet Huang Xiao's fist force did not seem to have grown