Zhao Jiehui's strength had reached the fifth level of a martial master, making it easy for him to deal with the Flame Tiger before him. The powerful aura he emitted made the beast involuntarily step back. However, thinking of the Fire Dragon Grass it was guarding, the Flame Tiger was reluctant to give up, as devouring the grass would accelerate its growth.
Just as Zhao Jiehui was preparing to kill the beast with a decisive, thunderous blow, Zou Mei spoke up. "Senior Brother Zhao, this Flame Tiger only has the strength of a fourth-level martial master. Isn't it a bit of an overkill for you to handle it personally?"
Zhao Jiehui was taken aback. Not quite understanding her meaning, he asked in confusion, "Does Junior Sister Zou want to make a move?"
