Mountain lords were proud, but true dragons were prouder still.
As the overlord of a mountain and a descendant of true dragons, the Crimson Flood Dragon King was naturally haughty beyond measure, brimming with domineering might.
Faced with Xiao Chen's provocation, he did not retreat. Instead, he withdrew his true form and met the challenge in human shape!
The Crimson Flood Dragon King pointed into the void. Countless ancient characters flew forth, fierce winds howled, and crimson light surged, illuminating heaven and earth. Massive boulders weighing tens of thousands of pounds rose into the sky before exploding into dust.
Terrifying waves of light churned like an ocean, rocking the nine heavens. Vast swaths of space collapsed, revealing pitch-black, fathomless holes in spacetime that held endless mysteries and scattered glittering starlight.
Fortunately, the battlefield was high in the sky. Otherwise, the falling shock waves from this terrifying strike would have destroyed half of Black Tortoise Mountain, plunging its inhabitants into devastation.
Countless blood-colored characters surged forth like a stampede of savage beasts, tearing through the highest heavens. Fierce winds rumbled like thunder, instantly dispersing the demonic clouds as they charged toward Xiao Chen.
"Flood Dragon True Script Art!" The great demons were shocked. This was an unparalleled Divine Ability, a terrifying bloodline inheritance of the crimson flood dragons. In ancient times, an ancestor of the Crimson Flood Dragon King's lineage had used it to kill several peerless figures.
Blood-colored characters filled the sky, blotting out the sun as though they had cut off all daylight, casting a bloody veil over the entire world.
"It's over! Our benefactor can't possibly withstand such a terrifying strike!"
"The Crimson Flood Dragon King truly deserves to be called a peerless Demon Lord. His reserves are unfathomable!"
"In the end, we still couldn't escape our destined