The next day.
Wang Zong sat cross-legged in the lake. After consuming the Buddha-Seeing Lotus, the turmoil and killing intent in his heart had settled. His killing intent had not vanished; he had simply regained his reason.
To wield violence with wisdom—that was the right path.
He had lost to Nameless through the first six trials, and the imbalance in his heart had driven him to the brink of losing control.
Fortunately,
the Buddha-Seeing Lotus was the best remedy for it.
Wang Zong was fully clearheaded now. He knew the situation was deeply unfavorable, but he did not lose his composure. Instead, boundless fighting spirit surged within him.
Suddenly, he sensed a familiar presence flying toward him through the sky and slowly opened his eyes.
"Despicable human, die!"
The red Giant Dragon he had killed yesterday dove from the sky. The instant it pierced the clouds, it opened its jaws and spat out stream after stream of flame.
One second.
Wang Zong flashed in front of the red Giant Dragon. He chopped downward with his hand like a blade, killing it before it could make another sound. Blood spilled across the sky.
At his best, Wang Zong was immensely strong. Yesterday, the turmoil in his heart had left him able to use only half his strength, creating the illusion that they were evenly matched.
Now that he had calmed down, a mere red dragon could not withstand a single blow from him.
But as he looked at the Giant Dragon's corpse, he realized it was not that simple. How had it found him?
He had kept his aura hidden, his presence so faint that even beasts coming to drink at the lake from the forest could not sense him. How, then, had a red dragon hundreds of thousands of meters