"Ancestor, trust me!" the Crimson Flood Dragon King insisted. Before the Flood Dragon Ancestor could speak, it stepped forward, warping space and time and stirring up specks of demonic radiance. In an instant, it appeared before Xiao Chen and clashed with him again.
Although the Black-Armored Dragon Tortoise Beast was about to break through, it was confident it could kill Xiao Chen instantly. Even if it failed, with the Flood Dragon Ancestor watching from the sidelines, nothing could possibly go wrong.
"Human brat, you have some ability to break my Flood Dragon True Script Art. At your age, you could be called a true dragon, but you're still far too green to contend with me! Watch me cut you down in three moves!"
The Crimson Flood Dragon King unleashed Divine Abilities, bombarding him with palms and fists as it spoke coldly. Its voice was not loud, yet it thundered across the cosmos, making the ears of demons and humans alike ache.
Having repeatedly suffered setbacks at a junior's hands, the Crimson Flood Dragon King was consumed by shame and fury. This time, its assault struck like thunder, its killing power shaking the heavens.
Xiao Chen's expression shifted slightly. The Crimson Flood Dragon King truly deserved its reputation as a peerless greater demon. Once it went berserk, it was as mighty as gods and devils. Every blow carried the weight of a mountain, making the void twist and tremble without cease!
To withstand the Crimson Flood Dragon King, Xiao Chen had to draw on all manner of trump cards, attacking with Six Paths Power. Though he held his ground, his Source Energy kept draining away, and his face grew pale.
Why is the drain so immense? At this rate, I won't last much longer!
Xiao Chen frowned. After he entered the