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This sweeping motion combined the suppleness of a python's "tail constriction" with the ferocity of a crocodile dragon's "tail swing," making it incredibly sharp.

Instead of retreating, Guo Tingshu advanced, turning sideways to meet the sweeping dragon tail. He thrust out both palms, but instead of striking, he spread his fingers slightly, making a pecking motion like a bird's beak, and quickly and accurately "pecked" at several non-joint points on the tail along its sweeping trajectory.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

With a few soft, crisp sounds, each time Guo Tingshu "pecked," Bai Zhaoyue felt the force in the corresponding part of the dragon's tail stagnate. After several strikes, the menacing tail sweep became loose and weak, and Guo Tingshu easily dodged it by sidestepping.

"Its tail is like a steel whip, combining strength and flexibility, resembling neither a python nor a crocodile."

Guo Tingshu nodded in evaluation: "Among the demon race inheritance that I have cultivated, there is a race called the [Long-beaked Black Bird], which specializes in eating snakes and pythons. They can always peck through the snake's body at the point where it exerts force, causing it to become weak. Those few strikes just now were to simulate its pecking points."

Bai Zhaoyue grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Dragon claws tore, dragon bodies coiled, dragon mouths bit, dragon might shook... It unleashed all the innate attack methods of the true form of the dragon race one by one. Sometimes its claw techniques imitated the sky-tearing momentum of the Golden-Winged Roc, and sometimes its dragon body coiled with the strangling power of the Xuan Snake. The attacks were ever-changing and unpredictable.

However, Guo Tingshu remained stationary, sometimes advancing, sometimes retreating, sometimes sideways, sometimes turning. His movements were small, but he always managed to respond with seemingly simple and strange palm techniques at the last possible moment.

Sometimes he would slash with the edge of his palm like a knife, mimicking the forearm of a mantis making a diagonal slash to break through the dragon's claws and capture.

Sometimes, the five fingers open and close like flower petals, simulating the wrapping and dissipating force of the thousand-handed sea anemone, thus dissolving the dragon's coiling and twisting.

Sometimes his palms would throb like frogs croaking, and a single strike would produce a sound that could be heard for miles around, disrupting the rhythm of the dragon's roar.

At times, he would point his fingers together like a crane's beak and swiftly strike three inches below the dragon's neck, forcing Bai Zhaoyue's attack to pause...

Jing Yu and Yuan Jiqing were already dumbfounded. At first, they only felt that Guo Tingshu's moves were strange and that he was always in danger, as if there was an element of luck involved.

But as they watched, their expressions became extremely solemn.

Jing Yu was deeply shocked. He stared intently at Guo Tingshu's movements: "Palm technique... Yes, it's a palm technique! Although the postures are different and imitate various beasts, the core principle of exerting force comes from the same source!"

"This is by no means a spur-of-the-moment imitation, but a set of palm techniques that have been honed through countless trials and formed their own system!"

On the field, Guo Tingshu remained focused and undistracted.

He seemed to have entered a strange state, his eyes fixed on Bai Zhaoyue's sharp and unpredictable attacks, while his mind was focused on the various true meanings of the [Beast Form] that he had observed, imitated, and pondered in the Demon Refining World over the years, amidst life and death.

Bai Zhaoyue was unable to break through after a long attack, and her heart was filled with a mixture of anxiety and horror.

She, a true disciple of the Dragon Palace and a descendant of the Ancestral Dragon, couldn't even defeat a human cultivator with an ordinary aura when she revealed her true form!

The opponent's palm technique seemed endless, yet also infinitely varied. No matter how she changed her moves, the opponent could always find the most "suitable" palm shape to counter it, as if they had already prepared "natural enemies" to counter all of her dragon clan's attack methods!

Bai Zhaoyue silently calculated in her heart that even though she had used all her methods, the other party had only used a total of twenty-eight palm techniques to break through them one by one. She had no way to deal with this person at all.

Driven by fear and rage, Bai Zhaoyue coldly demanded, "Boy, what kind of palm technique is this?"

Guo Tingshu was taken aback when he heard this: "I came up with this by myself. It doesn't have a name. The Dragon Clan is indeed the most complex race. Fellow Daoist, your true form has been unleashing a series of killing moves. I can only use the twenty-eight beast forms as a medium to execute them with palm techniques. So let's call it [Twenty-Eight Palms]."

Jing Yu chuckled upon hearing this and kept fanning the flames from the side: "Fellow Daoist Guo, your palm technique is all-encompassing, and you held your own even when fighting against the true master of the Dragon Lord. Once you leave the Demon Refining Realm, you will surely become famous, and your palm technique will also be renowned throughout the world. How can you give it such an ordinary name?"

"Since it is a peerless martial art capable of subduing a true dragon, how about calling it the [Twenty-Eight Subduing Dragon Palms]?"

"Well, this name is quite fitting. Fellow Daoist Bai Yuan, you're such a clever person when it comes to naming things!" Guo Tingshu couldn't help but give a thumbs up, which made Bai Zhaoyue even angrier!

"How dare you lowly scoundrels tarnish the honor of my Dragon Palace!"

The white dragon, suspended in the air, roared to the sky, its blood surging, its aura becoming two or three times more intense than before!

"Not good! This little dragon girl has started burning her lifespan, Fellow Daoist Guo, be careful!" Jing Yu was well-versed in the [Law of Lifespan] and was most sensitive to changes in lifespan. He was the first to sense the rapid loss of lifespan in Bai Zhaoyue's body, and his expression changed. He quickly warned her.

Sure enough, Bai Zhaoyue's combat power increased greatly after burning her lifespan, and Guo Tingshu, who had originally gained the upper hand with his strange palm technique, suddenly felt the pressure increase.

But the more adversity he faced, the more his potential was unleashed. Under this immense pressure, Guo Tingshu, who was initially flustered, gradually adapted to the pressure and even began to refine his techniques.

Gradually, Guo Tingshu simplified his original twenty-eight palms into eighteen beast-shaped palm techniques. Relying solely on these simplified eighteen palms, he once again withstood Bai Zhaoyue's attacks after the Burning Longevity Technique, gradually turning the tide of battle from a disadvantageous position to a winning one!

"This person, this person..."

Yuan Jiqing's heart was already in turmoil: "These eighteen palms, back and forth, clearly have fewer fixed moves, so how come they seem to have more and more variations? More and more agile and unpredictable?"

"No, it's not just about techniques. As the saying goes, brute force can overcome any technique. In the face of absolute power, no skill can play a decisive role. The human bloodline is weak and feeble, but this human boy in front of me is even slowly strengthening his physical body!"

"In the Demon Refining Realm, body cultivation is sealed. The only way to enhance one's physique is to activate one's original bloodline. His physique is strengthening, which means that this kid's human bloodline is constantly improving in quality? But how is that possible!"

As the direct descendant of the Demon Lord, Yuan Jiqing possessed an exceptionally high level of vision. However, Guo Tingshu's current situation was completely beyond its comprehension, leaving it somewhat bewildered and at a loss!

Jing Yu was relieved, knowing that Guo Tingshu alone was enough to hold off Bai Zhaoyue, and that Guo Tingshu was getting stronger at a visible rate. As time went on, it was only a matter of time before Bai Zhaoyue was defeated.

Then he started being sarcastic again: "Fellow Daoist Bai, don't you look down on the human race? Once Fellow Daoist Guo passes on this simplified version of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and every human practices it, I'm afraid there won't be a place for true dragons to stand in the Immortal Realm anymore..."

Yuan Jiqing suddenly realized what was happening and gritted his teeth, thinking, "No, no matter how much the Ancestral Demon Palace and the Dragon Palace fight, it's still an internal conflict within the demon race. If these two humans were to obtain the supreme inheritance of the Pot Palace, the demon race would lose all face in the Immortal Realm!"

Then, with a roar, he exuded power: "You bitch, I'm here to help you!"

But at this moment, Yuan Jiqing suddenly felt darkness before his eyes. It turned out that Jing Yu had already blocked the battlefield between him and Guo Tingshu and Bai Zhaoyue.

At this moment, Jing Yu smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, your opponent is me."