Chapter 97 – Shocking Hundred Li Battle Against Demons

Shock means movement, sound travels a hundred li, its form unseen—this is Shocking Hundred Li!

Only at this moment did Ye Kuang’s Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms truly enter the hall of mastery, taking another step toward perfection.

His palm techniques were no longer confined to interchangeable moves but had undergone a deeper level of sublimation.

The momentum of the raging dragon howling at the moon fully displayed its wild dominance that could shock and kill across all directions. As it soared upward, it subtly contended with heaven and earth for supremacy.

Mid-air, as the oppressive aura of the raging dragon spread.

Even a powerful being like the Green Specter couldn’t help but tremble at this.

This was something it had never imagined possible until now.

As a ghostly deity, there were very few forces in this world that could make it feel deep fear, yet the power of Dragon Subduing was now one of them!

At that moment, Ye Kuang stepped onto the courtyard wall and leaped upward, suddenly spreading his arms like a great roc spreading its wings, soaring dozens of feet into the air.

Following closely behind him was a massive golden figure, its radiance brighter than the sun, dyeing the night as if dawn had arrived early.

Witnessing this, the Green Specter’s ghostly face shifted uncontrollably, because the overwhelming yang energy surrounding it was already affecting it.

Roar!

Instantly, ghostly howls echoed into the distance, causing the surrounding yin energy to gradually intensify.

At that moment, one couldn’t help but feel as if they had entered the Netherworld.

Then Ye Kuang charged forward to attack, his palms opening wide before suddenly closing together, causing the golden dragon phantom behind him to surge into his palms, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Suddenly, the sky was filled with waves of dragon roars, creating the sensation of being in a dragon’s nest.

The Green Specter moved at the sound, its eerie glow intensifying as it transformed into numerous rings coiling around its body, forcing it to expend all its spectral power.

When the two collided, the entire sky fell silent.

But then came successive explosions, with thunderous cracking sounds reverberating across a one-li radius.

The roaring sounds, mixed with the howls of numerous dragons and the screams of countless ghosts, made the scene resemble a battlefield of gods and demons.

Everywhere one looked, golden light flashed and eerie glows frequently bloomed, creating a dazzling, overwhelming spectacle.

Soon it became apparent that Ye Kuang was falling from mid-air. If not for his True Qi support, he would have been smashed to pieces.

The Green Specter was actually worse off, with half its body torn to shreds, revealing its bluish-black form on the other side as it roared at the sky.

By the time Ye Kuang landed, he could no longer suppress the blood rising in his throat, vomiting it out violently.

Yet unexpectedly, he wiped his mouth and revealed an expression of utter exhilaration, showing just how excited he was.

This could be said to be the most satisfying fight he had experienced to date.

Because the sensation of battling a powerful enemy like this gave him deeper comprehension of this eighth palm technique.

“Only when one has strength to spare can they demonstrate sufficient power, thus remaining undefeated.”

It could be said that if he had used his full power earlier, it would have been an outcome he didn’t wish to see.

Meanwhile, the Green Specter roared in fury: “Ah… You deserve death… Unforgivable! This ghost deity will devour you alive to vent the hatred in my heart!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang became even more arrogant, teasing repeatedly: “Well, if it isn’t our great Ghost Deity! What’s wrong with you, old timer? Half your body is gone—why don’t you regenerate it back…”The Cyan Ghost heard the words and was so enraged that its entire body trembled, its fury akin to a volcano on the verge of eruption.

In the next moment, it landed with a swift leap, its ghostly figure flickering and vanishing before reappearing right in front of someone in the blink of an eye.

Ye Kuang’s wild laughter abruptly ceased. Caught off guard by the Cyan Ghost’s elusive and unpredictable methods, he had been taken by surprise.

He barely had time to unleash a Dragon Hand Seal before swiftly darting backward.

But how could the Cyan Ghost’s vengeful strike be taken lightly?

The outcome was evident: Ye Kuang’s right palm was instantly torn and bloodied by the ghostly claw, nearly splitting apart.

As he crawled out of the wreckage, he roared furiously, “Damn you! You struck so viciously!”

But before his words fully faded, he erupted into another series of furious roars: “Go to hell! The Eighth Palm!”

Shocking Hundred Li!

Roar, roar, roar!

A colossal figure silently emerged once more, even more imposing than before.

Amid Ye Kuang’s furious roars, the dragon’s shadow tore through the sky, piercing the clouds and shooting toward the sun.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered overhead, thunder rumbled, and the heavens and earth seemed to shift in response.

The dragon’s roar carried a wild and majestic presence, its speed rivaling that of lightning and thunder!

As soon as it met the Cyan Ghost, it clamped down on half of its body, then spiraled upward into the highest heavens.

Boom, boom, boom!

Along its path, golden radiance blazed brilliantly, and golden thunderbolts exploded repeatedly, carving out a golden path through the sky.

Amid the lingering echoes of roars, the air resonated with deafening rumbles, flashes of lightning, and the howling of fierce winds.

Hiss—boom!

As the final explosion struck, the entire night world was filled with the unending roars of countless dragons.

Roar, roar, roar!

Ye Kuang couldn’t help but look up.

Dozens of dragon shadows entangled the Cyan Ghost’s shattered remains, unleashing their innate wildness with abandon.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The occasional biting cold wind that swept down felt strangely comforting.

It not only dispersed the dense clouds, revealing the bright moonlight, but also swept aside the strands of hair on his forehead, unveiling a pair of sharp, determined eyes beneath.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel deeply invigorated.

For he had gained a clear understanding of the Eighth Palm: it was invincible in the present moment.

It must be said that even though he had already overestimated the destructive power of the Eighth Palm, “Shocking Hundred Li,” he had never anticipated that the Dragon Subduing Palm would grow increasingly domineering with each successive strike.

When he looked again, the sky was filled with the spectacle of soaring dragons, with no trace of the Cyan Ghost remaining—as if it had been utterly annihilated in the previous barrage.

With this thought, Ye Kuang immediately turned and vanished into the depths of a narrow path.

All that remained at the scene was the devastation and the gradually fading roars of dragons.

Unbeknownst to him, every moment of this battle had been observed by hidden eyes.

Soon after, no fewer than three groups of people arrived to investigate. Had Ye Kuang been present, he would have been struck speechless with shock.

For among them were several individuals he had encountered before.

Here, it must be noted: the world had only just revealed the tip of the iceberg. What lay ahead was a deceptive facade, and beyond that—the true nature of this world!