Victory Through Clever Means

The golden fire flood dragon reared its head and silently roared at Yuan Ming. The pressure radiating from its entire body was incomparably powerful; even the hot breath exhaled from its nostrils scorched the air until it boiled, leaving trail after trail of warped patterns.

Yuan Ming was drenched in sweat, his throat dry and hoarse, with faint scorch marks on his brows and the tips of his hair.

He stared fixedly at the golden fire flood dragon, thoughts racing through his mind.

The firepower contained within it was far too immense. The Zhurong Heart Art alone could no longer tame it, yet if he used methods that were too powerful, he feared that one misstep would extinguish the fire python, leaving him unable to pass the trial.

Before he could reach an answer, the golden fire flood dragon launched another assault. Golden flames surged forth like raging waves, seeming intent on drowning him.

Yuan Ming flashed aside, leaped high into the air, made a sharp turn midair, and dove straight at the golden fire flood dragon. Raising one fist, he smashed it downward.

A huge crimson fist shadow condensed out of thin air and crashed heavily onto the golden fire flood dragon's back.

Seeing this, the disappointment in Old Man Flame Emperor's eyes deepened.

Still this kind of brute-force attack? Had he misjudged him? Was this man merely lucky, but in truth nothing more than a reckless boor?

The fire flood dragon, which had just risen into the air, was immediately bent nearly in two by the crimson fist shadow and sent plummeting toward the ground.

Yet at the same instant, blazing flames erupted around its body. Golden fire waves surged into the heavens, swallowed the crimson fist shadow, found Yuan Ming directly, and coiled around him.

Yuan Ming