I Only Stomp on Weaklings

"This is—"

He was astounded, almost unable to believe his eyes. "You... actually cultivated another cultivation technique?"

Normally, a martial artist would only cultivate one technique. It’s not that dual cultivation is impossible, but it’s very troublesome; firstly, it consumes a lot of time, and secondly, it might lead to conflicts.

Therefore, having two different true qis within one’s body is extremely rare.

Chen Ming not only cultivated another technique but reached the third grade realm, an incredible feat.

By cultivating only one technique, my progress can’t even compare to his. What does that make me?

Chen Ming advised, "This is my secret, don’t tell anyone else."

He didn’t explain that it was the same cultivation technique, as it couldn’t be explained—cultivating the same technique and developing two completely different nature Gang Yuans, no one would believe it if he said it.

Deng Ziyang shuddered inwardly and responded, "Alright."

Thus, Chen Ming, carrying Yu Haitang in one arm and holding Deng Ziyang with the other, finally reached the end of the passage.

In front of them was a vast space, seemingly endless.

Faintly, a roar filled with majesty could be heard, possibly from that Fire Flood Dragon.

The Fire Element Power here was even denser, with sparks drifting in the air like fireflies; these were tangible Fire Element Powers.

Suddenly, a spark touched his Gang Yuan Shield and immediately ignited, burning a hole through the shield.

"What a terrifying Gang Yuan Power."

Chen Ming was a bit surprised and projected the shield away, where the spark lost its fuel and quickly extinguished.

He noticed the space was almost filled with these sparks, and one might inadvertently touch them. So, with a thought, the "Mingfeng Sword" flew from his waist, nudging away the nearest spark.

When the sword tip touched the spark, the spark surprisingly merged into the sword.

Chen Ming was startled and hurriedly pulled the sword back, holding it in his hand. He found it humming softly, conveying a sense of satisfaction.

"It seems these sparks are like nutrition for it."

Only then did he feel at ease.

It made sense; this Divine Weapon was originally fire-attributed and naturally compatible with his "Profound Fire True Skill." Such extremely pure Fire Element Power was indeed a great supplement for it.

Thus, he used the "Mingfeng Sword" to clear the way ahead.

After walking a few hundred meters, a river appeared before him.

To be precise, it was a lava river, with flowing fiery red magma.

Reaching this point, they could finally see the appearance of the Fire Flood Dragon. In the lava lake ahead, a massive Fire Flood Dragon was soaking inside, bound by nine chains, unable to escape the lava lake.

The other ends of the chains were fixed to nine thick pillars.

The nine pillars connected the ground to the top, engraved with various peculiar symbols, glowing with red light that brightened and dimmed as if alive.

This place seemed to be the core of the cave mansion.

Clearly, the Fire Flood Dragon was the formation’s key point.

What about the key?

Chen Ming pondered, searched for a while but couldn’t find anything resembling a key, feeling somewhat puzzled. He asked Yu Haitang in his arms, "Where’s the key?"

She lazily replied, "It should be in the lava below the Fire Flood Dragon."

"So, we have to kill the Fire Flood Dragon to obtain the key?"

"Correct."

"If the Fire Flood Dragon dies, is the cave mansion still usable?"

"Of course, the Fire Flood Dragon was merely a guardian of the key." Yu Haitang’s tone was very assured. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Deng Ziyang couldn’t help but glance at her upon hearing this. She seemed too familiar with this cave mansion.

Chen Ming finally paid attention to the battle between several first-grade martial artists and the Fire Flood Dragon.

A total of seven first-grade martial artists, including Ling Qiyang, Sect Leader of Cangyue Sect; however, Lady Yu was nowhere in sight.

The seven joined forces, and the Fire Flood Dragon appeared to be at a disadvantage, yet hadn’t suffered too severe injuries.

Chen Ming noticed that it possessed extremely high combat intelligence, always able to avoid vital areas. Its massive body, several meters long and several people hugging-thick, as long as it wasn’t hit in a vital spot, didn’t matter much to it.

Fighting one against seven, the exchanges were relentless.

For a moment, the seven first-grade martial artists couldn’t subdue it.

It was indeed a Fire Flood Dragon that had lived for thousands of years; even suppressed for so long, it wasn’t something ordinary people could contend with.

Suddenly, the Golden Robe Admiral from Six Gates proposed, "Everyone, show your true skills. At this rate, our Primordial Qi will be exhausted, yet we still can’t kill this beast."

This Golden Robe Admiral turned out to be a first-grade cultivator.

"Alright!"

"Let’s kill the beast first!"

Immediately, several terrifying force fields resonated.

The trio of Chen Ming, over a hundred meters away, were nearly overturned by the astonishing aura.

The terrifying power emptied the Fire Element Power within several hundred meters.

Boom!

With several sword and blade strikes, the lava lake suddenly exploded, scattering countless fire rains.

Chen Ming couldn’t see the battle scene clearly.

The might of first-grade was truly astonishing!

He held the "Mingfeng Sword," placed Yu Haitang on the ground, and stepped forward. With one move of "Ten Thousand Feathers Return to the Nest," transforming into thousands of sword shadows, he intercepted the incoming "fire rain" one by one.

Clang, clang, clang—

Finally, he withstood the aftermath of the "fire rain."

Chen Ming felt a wave of emptiness inside, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Indeed, watching warriors’ battles casually is ill-advised.

The mere aftermath of a first-grade battle required all his strength, almost failing to withstand it.

Each droplet of lava in the "fire rain" had power exceeding Gao Chen’s full-force strike as a third-grade martial artist.

"Roar—"

A deafening roar resounded.

That Fire Flood Dragon was still not dead!

Chen Ming looked over, seeing the lava dried up, revealing a mass of golden flames at the lake’s bottom, seemingly rising from the ground, almost tangible.

To survive under such violent attacks unscathed, it was no ordinary thing.

"Could this be the key?"

He thought, taking another look at the Fire Flood Dragon, whose situation was not optimistic, with several massive wounds, two of its claws slashed off, one eye blinded, and part of its head sheared off.

Despite this, it still hadn’t died. The resilience of its life force was truly astonishing.

At this moment, Chen Ming suddenly felt an unusual ripple. He turned abruptly to see Yu Haitang sitting cross-legged on the ground, somewhat startled, "At this time...?"

This ripple was familiar to him, indicating Yu Haitang was breaking through to third grade.

Why choose this time?

"Old Ghost Yang, how dare you—"

Suddenly, an urgent and angry voice rang out.

Chen Ming turned back to see two first-grade martial artists fighting each other. One of them he had seen before, an elder who had escorted Yu Haitang.

The Fire Flood Dragon was not dead yet, yet internal strife already broke out.