The starry fist technique was a powerful legend before somehow it was lost when a mighty civilization was annihilated from a certain square inch space.
So when Yao mentioned the starry fist, he felt like an oppressive energy had blanketed the sky. Even the name alone could cause an aura.
“You saw the starry fist?”
Yao smiled… “Saw? It would be quite plausible to say that I know how to use the starry fist.”
Shang Yi immediately spat. “Lies! If you had known it, you wouldn't have expended a lot of energy on ancestor Shang. That technique alone is enough to cripple him.”
Yao sighed.
“True… but.”
He stared deeply at the void as an inscription was carved from it. Yao did not use the technique but he implanted a fraction of the fist's aura…
Yao finally turned to Shang Yi and smiled. “
