An exhaustion beyond words washed over him.
"Thud~"
Zeng Anmin slumped weakly onto the ground, dark circles beneath his eyes and his face pale as paper.
He panted in great gulps. At this moment, he could not even be bothered to move a finger.
It was as though his body had been hollowed out.
"Transforming into a dragon was still too much of a strain for Third Rank Combat Power."
Bitterness showed on Zeng Anmin's face as he looked up.
The dense forest had been reduced to ruins by his battle with Wang Dong.
There was no trace of its former appearance as a forest. All that remained was a barren gray wasteland, along with Wang Dong's severed limbs scattered across the ground.
"A Second Rank Martial Artist really is formidable."
After a brief rest, Zeng Anmin forced himself to his feet. Looking at the bloody sight on the ground, his face carried a trace of solemnity.
Back when he had slain Second Rank Ancestor Guan Tiansheng and Second Rank Formation Master Shen Qiu in Xiliu,
he had relied entirely on the entries of his Golden Finger.
After all, Wang Dong, whom he had fought today, had not been a Second Rank fighter at his peak.
The Martial Locking Stone had still played an enormous role.
"If transforming into a dragon had not been so overwhelmingly tyrannical, I would likely have died today."
Master Xu's smiling face surfaced in Zeng Anmin's mind.
"Old Dog Xu."
Extreme chill gleamed in his eyes. "You really did calculate this well."
Now that things had come to this, he naturally understood what Master Xu had been plotting.
He had merely wanted Zeng Anmin and Wang Dong to fight until both sides were crippled, perhaps even perish together.
Zeng Anmin even felt that Master Xu