Yet amid the flames filling the sky, beneath that peerless demonic might...
Xiao Chen remained calm, immovable as a mountain. He tilted his demonic face upward, gazing indifferently at the heavens, his crimson eyes as still as a thousand-year-old secluded pool, without a single ripple!
"Hm? Death is at your doorstep, yet you feel no fear?"
The Crimson Flood Dragon King raised an eyebrow. Though it had yet to reveal its true form, it had poured all its strength into this strike. This spear strike, called the Crimson Flood Dragon Heaven-Shattering Spear, could slay immortals and annihilate ghosts, and contained almost all the power of its bloodline.
It was certain that no matter how powerful Xiao Chen was, he would perish beneath this spear.
Yet Xiao Chen remained utterly fearless in the face of death. His composure was almost too steady.
"Benefactor, dodge! You cannot withstand this spear!" shouted the Turtle Clan elder who had warned him earlier. It could not understand. Throughout the battle, Xiao Chen had advanced and retreated with precision, his cunning almost demonic, relying chiefly on drawing out and maneuvering around his opponent. Why had he suddenly lost his head before this spear strike that dominated heaven and earth?
"The curtain has fallen!"
"The King of Misfortune knows he is doomed and has abandoned resistance!"
"A weak dynasty finally produced a true dragon, only for him to die like this. What a pity!"
Above the clouds, the myriad dynasty prodigies sighed. With the Crimson Flood Dragon King attacking at full strength, Xiao Chen had no chance of survival. His calm acceptance of death could only mean that he knew how this would end!
"The Human Race's fortune has waned. To think such a dragon seedling would perish here!"
"His talent may be unrivaled, but he was