Cracks spread steadily across the armor on Black Scale True Lord's chest.
The fist mark Chen Changqing's Reincarnation Style had blasted out had shaken through the armor and into his flesh, even causing his True Monarch body to falter.
He stared ahead.
A late Tribulation Crossing cultivator had slain dozens of demon kings in succession, suppressed more than ten Tribulation Crossing cultivators, and still had the focus to kill under the laws of a True Monarch.
This could no longer be summed up by the words "heavenly prodigy."
Black Scale True Lord had lived for over two thousand years and killed no fewer than a hundred human Tribulation Crossing cultivators.
When those people faced a True Monarch, lasting a single move was already impressive.
Yet Chen Changqing had confronted him head-on—and even injured him.
If this boy entered the True Monarch Realm, how many in the demon domain would still be able to stop him?
The Crimson Flame Young Lord hid behind the war chariot, his voice trembling.
"Black Scale True Lord, stop holding back!"
"Kill him!"
Black Scale True Lord ignored him.
He raised a hand and pressed it against the cracked armor on his chest.
Black demon blood seeped through his fingers. When it fell to the ground, it burned deep pits into the stone.
"I had intended to leave you with an intact corpse."
"But it seems I cannot."
As the words fell, Black Scale True Lord threw back his head and let out a long howl.
The entire night sky shuddered with it.
Demonic qi from the distant mountain ridges was forcibly drawn over, while dull rumbles rose from deep underground. The rock strata on either side of the ancient road split open, and countless streams of black energy shot into the sky, pouring into Black