Master of Strange Dao

"I think it would be best to retreat a little further," the black cat murmured softly, glancing into the distance.

Yu Ziqing complied readily, immediately flying another twenty or thirty miles back.

He didn't have to worry about Feng Buju and Xi Yang; Xi Yang was running even faster than him, and Feng Buju initially thought he could help.

But when he saw a Black Dragon begin battling a Ninth Tier Strong, he silently retreated with Yu Ziqing.

Originally, seeing two more Ninth Tier entities appear made the back of his head go cold, and he had already thought about how to leave the Feng family's legacy and some message.

Who would have thought that one of the Ninth Tier seemed to believe the situation here was completely under control, glanced once, and then left.

And that Mountain Goat Demon he always thought was merely highly knowledgeable was actually a Black Dragon.

Now, he suddenly felt it wasn't as far-fetched as before; a member of the Dragon Clan, if they lived long enough and were willing to continuously learn and accumulate knowledge, understanding much was only normal.

After all, the Dragon Clan lived far longer than the Human Clan.

In the distance, although the two sides hadn't truly clashed yet, the momentum had already begun.

One side emanated auspicious clouds, and countless waves of power spread through the air, transforming into Dragon Patterns and Daoist Patterns, undulating continuously within a radius of twenty or thirty miles, filling the area with this power.

The Black Dragon's tail hung low, its body slightly curled, its dragon head overlooking with an aura of awe and slaughter.

On the opposite side, the sound of tides surged, wave after wave, as if turning the place into an ocean, roaring with a majestic momentum.

As the two sides collided, the surging tides seemed to overwhelm Yang's momentum, yet Yang appeared to drift in the ocean, unfazed by the pressure despite being seemingly oppressed.

A wave surged forward, and the overflowing momentum suddenly materialized into a massive wave, rising thousands of feet, descending with a force akin to ten thousand pounds.

Yang continuously wove through, the dissipation integrating into the opponent's momentum, the ever-fluctuating Daoist Patterns and Dragon Patterns suddenly becoming sharply visible.

Unknowingly, as the power fluctuations spread, the Dragon Patterns and Daoist Patterns had already covered a hundred-mile radius.

At this moment, all those forces abruptly manifested, and Yang paid no heed to the incoming wave, merely extending two dragon claws, twisting them together to form a rune, uttering a low shout that expanded into a dragon's roar.

"Call the Wind."

A fierce wind rose from nowhere, whipping up a thousand layers of waves.

The opponent's surging waves, under the wind's blowing, suddenly soared into the sky, reaching thousands of feet high, their power growing stronger.

Sensing the situation, the opponent naturally continued to exert force without hesitation, striving to bring down Yang swiftly.

Yang remained unfazed, a black dot launching from his ears, hovering around him, invisible power emerging to protect his body.

His two front claws joined, forming a Dragon Clan rune, but from another angle, it also resembled a Human Clan handprint.

His two hind claws paired as well, bones cracking as they forcibly formed a Dragon Clan rune, simultaneously morphing into another Human Clan handprint from a different angle.

"Wave Raising."

The auspicious clouds vanished without a trace, a murderous air surged, and dark clouds gathered across the sky, moisture condensing to spontaneously form a vast sea in this illusory Grotto Heaven, waves rolling, violent air gushing forth.

In an instant, that massive wave rose even higher, with waves of thousands of feet to several thousand feet spontaneously appearing around it, growing increasingly powerful.

At this point, the Ninth Tier Strong on the opposite side felt something was awry.

Not only did the Black Dragon refrain from rushing to defend, but it also continued to ride the momentum of his waves, persistently intensifying it, making the environment more conducive to its performance.

However, this presented another issue.

The growing environment increasingly suited the Black Dragon's prowess.

But, for it to escalate to this level and the Black Dragon remained only Seventh Tier, how was it able to control this?

In the next moment, he understood.

Because Yang never intended to control it.

The massive wave descended upon Yang, and before him, a small black dot shot into the wave, a low dragon's roar resounded, and the giant wave filled with immense power suddenly split from the middle, sliding towards both sides and colliding with surrounding waves.

Yang swiftly formed Dual Seals, each handprint a fusion of Dragon Clan Secret Techniques and Human Clan handprints, as wind and waves surged.

A low growl escaped from his throat, followed by another low shout.

"Ten Thousand Waves."

The untamed ferocity continued to erupt, abruptly merging with the tempestuous waves, turning the hundred-mile region into an uncontrollable sea.

The person on the opposite side, hand forming a seal, but trembling uncontrollably, his shell-shaped Magical Treasure suspended before him, also quivering.

He was about to lose control.

In a typical hundred-mile sea area, he could manage it, of course.

But now, with the Call the Wind and Wave Raising intertwining, transforming into Ten Thousand Waves, it indeed allowed his power to reach its peak.

Yet it also made it impossible for him to control; in the East Sea, this scenario equated to forcibly managing a ten-thousand-mile sea realm.

For a human, even leveraging a Magical Treasure, it was challenging to achieve this feat.

He found himself between a rock and a hard place, now afraid to let go, lest he first suffer backlash.

Moreover, his power couldn't approach the Black Dragon, leaving him baffled as to how the mere Seventh Tier Black Dragon could withstand it, how it managed to keep control.