Beneath the blazing noonday sun, a figure stood amidst the lush forest of the ancient Tanyu Mountains.
His upper robe cast aside, he faced the towering pipal tree, a venerable spiritual tree that had withstood the trials of millennia, gaining the spiritual enlightenment.
Immortal white silk cloth bound tightly around his fists, he moved with silent resolve, channeling qi through muscle and bone, his fist glowing with a blue aura with the shape of a dragon mouth.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The thunderous echoes reverberated through the forest, stirring slumbering birds and rustling distant leaves.
Each strike was imbued with azure radiance, fist like thunder, will like steel with the destruction that of a dragon's wrath.
Noticeably so, as just aside from where his Daoist robe was let loose there was also the martial scripture named "Azure Dragon fist,"