The King of Misfortune—the peerless killing star, the infamous Demon Hound General—had died by his hand.
If Xiao Chen truly was the King of Misfortune, then it was in danger today.
Even if it drove back the Crimson Flood Dragon King, in its severely wounded state, it might not be a match for the King of Misfortune.
Xiao Chen's breath caught, his heart pounding like a war drum. His Source Energy had yet to recover, and above the skies, a host of Myriad Dynasty Prodigies watched like tigers eyeing their prey. Danger lurked on every side. If Black Feather Tiger Lord turned against him now, he would be trapped in a dead end.
Fortunately, Black Feather Tiger Lord merely met Xiao Chen's gaze for a few breaths before lowering his head and fixing his eyes on the Crimson Flood Dragon King once more. He sneered, "Crimson Flood Dragon, at a time like this, you still want to sow discord and deceive me? Do you take me for a three-year-old child?"
Xiao Chen was the King of Misfortune? What a joke! How could an existence at the King of Misfortune's level possibly be this weak?
That was someone who could clear the Demon Hound Grotto alone and slay Demon Hound General Gou Qingyi, someone whose battle prowess stunned ghosts and gods. Though the strength Xiao Chen had displayed just now was already astonishing, compared to the King of Misfortune, he was still far too lacking!
Normally, Black Feather Tiger Lord's analysis was not wrong. Anyone who wished to kill the Demon Hound General would absolutely need combat power far more terrifying than Xiao Chen's. After all, the demon hound's Spiritual Fire was boundlessly terrifying and extremely difficult to handle.
But it did not know that Xiao Chen possessed Solar Truefire and