The white flame was seeping into Bai Yunqing's body. His brow furrowed slightly, but it relaxed almost immediately.
He even wore a brazen grin, casting a provocative glance toward the formation where Chu Feng was, as though flaunting his formidable endurance.
The formation appeared to have determined that the white flame posed no harm to Bai Yunqing, because it quickly shifted to a gray flame.
Roar—
Once the gray flame appeared, the dragon's roar grew far louder. Even an ordinary person could tell where the roar was coming from.
The gray flame was more overwhelming both in presence and in power, and this time Bai Yunqing's brow stayed furrowed a bit longer.
But his tolerance was truly no small thing. Before long, his tightly knit brows loosened once more.
Only this time, the smile on his face had grown a touch stiff.
Before long, the gray flame dissipated, and within Bai Yunqing's formation a blue flame appeared.
This time, Bai Yunqing kept his brow tightly furrowed and clenched his teeth. The smile had vanished from his face entirely.
Yet even this blue flame, Bai Yunqing endured.
After the blue flame faded, a purple flame took its place, followed by a golden flame.
During the golden flame, not only was the dragon's roar piercing, but the silhouette of a massive golden dragon could be seen flickering within the golden flames.
And that golden dragon was launching attacks directly at Bai Yunqing.
His face had begun to twist, contorted with agony. For him, this was approaching his limit.
But in the end, he held on.
And after the golden flame disappeared, the next flame that appeared did not merely change color—a genuine colossal dragon materialized, radiating an aura of imperial majesty.
Even from outside, Chu Feng could clearly sense the overwhelming power of that dragon.
The moment the dragon appeared, it opened its jaws and unleashed a devastating breath, instantly engulfing Bai Yunqing.
"Damn it!"
Bai Yunqing cursed and hastily stepped out of the trial formation.
It seemed the golden flame had been his limit. The power of this imperial dragon was something he simply could not withstand.
By now, his face was deathly pale and his entire body was drenched in sweat. Despite his best efforts to control himself, his body trembled violently and uncontrollably.
And he didn't bother pretending otherwise—plop—he collapsed to the ground.
Though he had stormed out cursing, there wasn't all that much worry on Bai Yunqing's face. He still had confidence in himself.
But when he noticed that the Tiger Formation had stopped at the golden flame, his brow knitted together once more.
However, after the golden flame persisted for a long while without changing, a smile finally curled up at the corner of his mouth.
He knew the person inside the Tiger Formation must have come out already—otherwise, there was no way the flame inside wouldn't have changed after all that time.
The golden flame was that person's limit.
And his own limit had been the imperial dragon.
In their contest, he had won.
"You waste surnamed Hu, what are you still doing here? Just drop out already," Bai Yunqing hurled insults.
"You little brat, you're not all that much better than me. What's there to be cocky about?" A voice drifted over from beside the Tiger Formation.
"No matter what, at least the golden dragon's power didn't hinder me at all. At the very least, I've beaten you," Bai Yunqing shot back.
"What's there to celebrate? There's still one more who hasn't gone in yet. You think you've already won?" The other retorted dismissively.
Although the voice seemed to come from right next to the formation, in reality its owner was not beside the formation at all. He was sitting in a corner of the hall, a fair distance away from Bai Yunqing.
He had done it on purpose—simply to prevent Bai Yunqing from pinpointing his true location.
It was clear this fellow was a cunning one as well.
And though he wore a cloak, the hood was pulled back, revealing a cat's head. He was not human at all, but a cat.
This was none other than the same one who had been gathering information from the City Lord earlier.
He was an old cat, but he called himself Lord Tiger.
He and Chu Feng were acquainted—and they had enmity between them.
Back in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary World, not only had he stolen Zhan Haichuan's inheritance and seized the Divine Sealing Bamboo Slip, he had also abducted Chu Feng's world spirit Xueji.
In short, this old cat had done no shortage of terrible things in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary World.
If both the old cat and Chu Feng were not currently concealed, they would certainly recognize each other on sight.
And although the old cat had lost the first round to Bai Yunqing and had no hope in the second round either, there he sat in the corner of the hall, puffing away at the pipe in his hand—puff, puff—looking utterly at ease.
There wasn't a trace of worry on his face, as though the inheritance here was destined to fall into his hands regardless.
Even while bickering with Bai Yunqing, he wasn't genuinely upset at all.