Chapter 110 – Behold the Dragon Subduing Technique in All Its Glory

“You’ve successfully angered me. I originally wanted to see what skills you truly possess, but now, you’ve lost that chance!”

As these words faded, Tian Ming actually strode forward with swift, determined steps.

Witnessing this scene, even Ye Kuang couldn’t help but be moved.

Because although his opponent appeared full of openings, there wasn’t the slightest flaw to exploit. Just the aura swirling around him was enough to make one’s heart tremble with fear.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang finally shed his last trace of underestimation, murmuring to himself: “Enraged to the point of losing composure, planning to get serious now?”

In truth, he deeply understood that his own strength still fell somewhat short compared to his opponent. If not for this Divine Martial enhancement, he would likely struggle to withstand the other’s relentless assaults!

Simultaneously, Tian Ming came to a halt one zhang away from Ye Kuang.

That condescending stance seemed as if he had never regarded the opponent before him as worthy of attention.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang suddenly spoke: “You are strong, but if you think I’m easy to bully, you are gravely mistaken…”

Before his words fully faded, what greeted him was a fist like a sandbag.

The wind suddenly howled violently, making this punch completely incomparable to his previous ones.

Yet Ye Kuang paid no heed, his hands instantly shooting forward to grab, then pulling back and forth, his waist twisting along with the motion.

This scene could hardly be described as anything less than using minimal force to deflect a thousand pounds.

And Tian Ming’s punch shot straight past Ye Kuang’s flank!

The fist’s power retracted and released, appearing unstoppable.

Ahead, a chair instantly shattered into fragments, exploding into debris scattered across the floor.

Though his hands were bound, a cold smile tugged at Tian Ming’s lips. With a violent shake of his single arm, an astonishing energy erupted from within.

Boom!

As the strange sound struck, not only were Ye Kuang’s hands forcefully repelled, they trembled inexplicably.

Instead, Tian Ming fiercely stepped forward, his single arm flexing to summon wind and thunder once more.

The force was so powerful that even Ye Kuang himself had no choice but to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.

For a time, Ye Kuang could only dodge back and forth, immediately finding himself in a difficult position, making him appear somewhat disheveled.

One could say, no matter how cultivated one might be, anyone would find it unbearable at this moment.

Let alone Ye Kuang. He subsequently flew into a rage on the spot, directly executing the Dragon Subduing Palm.

“Seventh Palm, Sudden Arrival.”

With his tiger-like roar, a violent surge instantly swept through the entire hall, and then he saw Ye Kuang audaciously pressing a palm strike toward Tian Ming’s right fist.

Hiss-BOOM!

A thunderclap exploded out of thin air, the roaring sound spreading to all four corners of the great hall.

Just the residual waves of that violent energy alone utterly destroyed everything in the immediate surroundings.

Faced with this counter-shock force, Tian Ming retreated again and again, until he could retreat no further.

On the other side.

Ye Kuang fared even worse, firmly embedded into the wall, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

Cough, cough, cough!

As this series of coughs sounded, it was clear Ye Kuang’s internal injuries were more severe than Tian Ming’s.

And right at this moment, Tian Ming actually wiped the corner of his mouth and viciously charged forward again.

Bang!

Seeing his opponent still so tenacious, Ye Kuang forcefully suppressed the discomfort in his chest, then slapped a palm behind him and leaped out.

His speed was incredibly fast, like lightning.

His entire body seemed to transform into a spiraling drill bit. As his palms joined together, a sharpness keener than diamond pointed directly at his opponent!

Shocking Hundred Li!

Roar, roar, roar!The hall suddenly resounded with earth-shaking dragon roars and tiger growls, forcing everyone present to pale in astonishment.

A golden stream of light silently emerged, then converged like mud flowing into the sea, coalescing into a colossal entity.

At that moment, a golden dragon materialized, causing an uproar throughout the venue.

The dragon’s form was vividly lifelike, claws bared and fangs brandished, coiling around Ye Kuang’s body as if a true dragon shielded him, its imposing aura momentarily unrivaled.

Even Tian Ming, who had been charging forward, couldn’t help but show terror on his face before halting his advance.

Yuan Xiaohe: “Tian Ming, fall back…”

Roar! Roar! Roar!

But before Yuan Xiaohe could finish speaking, his words were completely drowned out by the furious dragon roars.

In the hall.

Everyone instinctively looked up in shock, only to realize that the once gracefully dancing Wandering Dragons had suddenly gone berserk, inexplicably surging toward Tian Ming with fierce intent.

Hiss—Boom!

Wherever the Wandering Dragons passed, the ground erupted in explosions, as if countless thunderclaps had detonated simultaneously.

One could imagine the sheer ferocity of this eighth palm strike.

Dust billowed and dragon cries echoed in unison, instantly filling the entire hall with the haze of battle.

Despite the obstructing dust, the crowd could still glimpse countless golden dragon shadows—soaring, circling, and diving relentlessly.

The scene was so chaotic that no one dared approach the danger zone lightly.

Meanwhile, Tian Ming stood engulfed in the chaos, his energy boiling and surging through his body as he fearlessly clashed with the swirling dragons, unleashing roars that shook the heavens and earth.

Ye Kuang stood with palms leveled, channeling his energy deep into his Dantian. Through the core principles’ circulation, he once again gathered momentum to its Peak.

As his palms slammed together, two golden dragons emerged, slithering along his arms and merging into a single furious dragon silhouette.

Ye Kuang: “Eighth palm, Shocking Hundred Li.”

He roared inwardly, forming the eighth palm stance before thrusting it forward to meet his opponent head-on.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The emergence of the startling dragon summoned howling winds.

Amid the existing cacophony of dragon cries, this additional roar of dragon and tiger plunged the scene into utter chaos!

Tian Ming: “Damn you, Ye Kuang! If I survive this, you will die a wretched death! Roar…”

This furious roar made everyone blanch in horror.

Even Yuan Xiaohe, hidden in the shadows, was visibly moved.

Who had ever seen Tian Ming so enraged?

Only once before, during a Life-Death crisis, had Tian Ming uttered such venomous words.

Thus, it was clear that the situation had escalated beyond everyone’s expectations.

At this thought, Yuan Xiaohe’s expression hardened, as if he had resolved on a course of action.

Meanwhile, the battlefield shifted unpredictably—Ye Kuang’s arms trembled incessantly, the tiger’s mouth (web between thumb and index) long split open, dripping crimson from his palms.

His strength had depleted by seventy to eighty percent, his face pale enough to evoke pity.

Were it not for his Dantian True Qi constantly replenishing his consumption, it would be questionable whether he could even remain standing.

Indeed, Ye Kuang’s second unleashing of the eighth palm was exceptionally fierce, tantamount to an all-out effort.

Through this battle, he deeply understood the importance of holding back in his strikes—going all-out could mean injuring the enemy a thousand while losing eight hundred himself. If control faltered, the consequence would be utter destruction.It can only be described as: taking from the surplus to supplement the deficiency, or diminishing the insufficient to benefit the abundant… Even with formidable enemies surrounding them, what have the sons of the Ye Family to fear?

Should one wish not to conflate victory and defeat, behold how the Subduing Dragon rages for his lord!