On the surface of the river, amidst the Jiao Dragon's frenzied thrashing, Qin Fan, who had yet to make a move, scoffed. "I wonder how long you can keep this up!"
The Jiao Dragon, understanding his mockery, paused for a moment before letting out a bellow to the heavens—a fierce scream filled with helpless frustration. Despite its centuries of Cultivation, it could find no way to resolve the situation against this particular human. After its long cry, the Jiao Dragon abruptly flipped over, its back facing downward. Unleashing the boundless might it had accumulated over centuries, it slammed its body heavily toward the river's surface, attempting to shake Qin Fan off.
In a way, its attempt was successful. Before its back could hit the water, Qin Fan had already leaped away. He sneered, "They say Demon Beasts with awakened intelligence are much smarter than ordinary humans, but that doesn't seem to be the case! I'd say your intelligence is just barely passable, not utterly stupid!"
