Holy Fist
Chapter 819 - 366 Heavenly Dragon Host, Secret Hidden Profound Skill! (6.6k)_4

Chapter 819: 366 Heavenly Dragon Host, Secret Hidden Profound Skill! (6.6k)_4

Jiao Ze’s lower body sank, his shoes instantly grinding against the ground as he launched himself forward. Five fingers thick as bamboo joints suddenly clenched into a fist, the surface veins bulging intensely, and delivered a plain yet powerful punch.

"Boom!"

Bai Xiao’s massive body was actually forced to retreat again, his back smashing heavily into the tall, wide wall, his footsteps leaving a trail of deep pits.

"Tap!"

Ahead, Jiao Ze seized the opportunity to pursue.

His sole stomped down, turning the ground beneath to powder, his speed suddenly skyrocketing. His lean figure became blurred, appearing before Bai Xiao almost like teleportation. He swiped both hands, trailing two mighty arcs in the air, his arms swung like javelins.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

A series of massive collision sounds, like firecrackers, rang out in unison.

On Bai Xiao’s chest, rings of white shockwaves erupted explosively.

The Glazed Golden Light flickered back and forth, trembling like ripples on water. Surges of impact force all landed upon his body.

The two of them, one retreating and one advancing, covered a distance of several dozen meters. Bai Xiao’s chest continually exploded with the shadow of wild fists, his back smashing through walls.

"Young man, one must learn to curb arrogance and impetuousness."

"You must learn to respect the elders of the Secret Martial World, understand?"

Bai Xiao tumbled into a house, debris flying everywhere. Jiao Ze, calm and composed, in full elegance, lectured as he swung a fist forward.

This was his habit as the Vice Sect Leader of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Style.

He loved to play the mentor.

Whenever encountering the younger generation, he always spoke in the tone of an elder.

It carried a suspicion of lording his seniority.

"Whoosh!"

His fist instantly shredded through the air, charged with Solid-state Courage, about to pierce the dust like a sharp sword. However, from within the mist, a sturdy Golden Light hand suddenly reached out, gripping the fist with a crunch.

With a dull boom, Qi Force and air waves exploded open.

All the dust around was swept clean, immediately clearing the visibility.

Before him stood a powerful figure, like a golden light iron tower. The enormous, scorching body heat and the surging magnetic field directly evaporated and distorted the air in the surrounding area. Bai Xiao’s body surface burned with a radiant Glazed Light Flame like the scorching sun, vaguely echoing with the roars and intertwining of a Furious Dragon and an Angry Elephant.

His body surface was unscathed.

This caused Jiao Ze’s pupils to slightly contract, quickly furrowing his brow.

"Creak creak creak..."

Bai Xiao’s form expanded to three meters, slowly lowering his head, bones creaking. He looked down at Jiao Ze, a slightly twisted smile appearing on his face: "Before I came to the West, I reviewed some intelligence on the Five Major First-class Sects in the West. The Eight Heavenly Dragon Style is said to have the peak Secret Martial that can develop the Human Body’s Secret and stimulate the Heavenly Dragon Host. I initially thought I could appreciate the elegance of this Mysterious Skill from you, the Vice Sect Leader..."

"But now, I am greatly disappointed."

"To think that you can’t even break through my Glazed Golden Light, can’t even shatter my clothes..."

"Such weakness, what qualifies it as a Mysterious Skill!"

Bai Xiao’s voice thundered, carrying a majestic and grand demeanor, suddenly lunging forward. All the platinum-colored air currents in the surrounding area converged at his right arm. His already strong palm, in an instant, expanded threefold, transforming into a monstrous arm. With a gentle swing, the air pressure in the entire area skyrocketed, the ground shaking and trembling, arcs of electricity flickering.

"Boom!"

The fist transformed into a rapidly expanding fiery mushroom cloud and descended.

Within the firelight, it seemed as if an Earth Glaze Elephant God charged out.

The peak terrifying might made every hair stand on end.

Vice Sect Leader of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Style, Jiao Ze, had his pupils contract, releasing a massive amount of Courage without hesitation, his frail body trembling madly. A Qi Blood Sealing Secret Technique he had been practicing for ten years finally opened up at that moment. The massive amount of Qi-Blood sealed within his cells surged like great rivers, raging through his limbs and bones, bringing an searing sensation like molten lava. His strength instantly soared.

His entire body gradually rose, visibly becoming robust. Like inflating a balloon, he transformed from a small, withered old man into a towering three-meter muscle giant in no time. His formidable body surface had the vague illusion of a Heavenly Dragon running, carrying a wave-like force that could uproot mountains. His muscles, as if cast from steel, faintly emitted crimson.

The blood vessels on the surface, each as thick as a thumb, entangled like steel bars.

He suddenly let out a roar, shaking the universe.

Half of his face, dense with meridians, seemed to form a subtly bouncing net. In Jiao Ze’s pupils, the imposing and domineering spirit of his youth returned in an instant, his presence tyrannically overpowering to the point of incredibility, faintly emanating arrogance.

"Heavenly Dragon Host, Secret Hidden Profound Skill!"

"Since I sealed my fists ten years ago, I’ve never used it again..."

"Bai Xiao, you’ve forced me."

He exhaled bursts of air from his nostrils, his power surging through the orbiting channels of his body.

He swung a punch, a terrifying Courage of thousands of tons crashed down as if great rivers overturned and broke the embankments, layer upon layer of surging power smashing through the air.

Faintly visible.

A menacing, scaly Dragon Claw overlapped with his fist.

"Boom!!!"

The ground shook violently, a massive explosion sounding that echoed to the heavens.

A soaring pillar of flame pierced through the Blood God Hall, shooting straight into the sky, exuding terrifying aftershocks. From all directions, fierce winds violently swept back and forth, transforming into rapidly expanding white shockwaves.

The ground cracked inch by inch, shattering stones into dust.

Two pinnacle Horizontal Training figures, at that moment, were like ancient primeval beasts, their arms bursting with air-shattering might.

Furious voices suddenly rang out.

"If you wish to fight..."

"Then fight!!!"