Once word of this spread, it would be enough to shake the entire Demon Domain.
The Crimson Flame Young Lord's face turned ashen.
He had used all the favors the Crimson Flame Demon Clan had accumulated over the years on Black Scale True Lord, thinking it would ensure nothing could go wrong.
Yet this was the outcome.
Black Scale True Lord took several breaths, then suddenly bared his teeth in a grin.
"Good."
"It has been many years since I was wounded this badly."
He raised his only remaining left hand and pressed it against his brow.
A dark golden reverse scale flew out from between his brows.
The instant the reverse scale left his body, Black Scale True Lord's aura surged explosively.
This was the Black Scale Flood Dragon Clan's natal reverse scale.
Burning the reverse scale could grant power far beyond one's own for a short time.
The price was a thousand years of cultivation.
Black Scale True Lord had no other choice.
If this dragged on, he truly would die at Chen Changqing's hands.
The dark golden reverse scale ignited in black flames and merged into Black Scale True Lord's body.
His damaged armor rapidly repaired itself, and his severed right arm regrew amid demon blood. Black Scale True Lord's skin split apart, dense scales sprouting beneath it.
"You forced me to burn my reverse scale."
"You deserve to die."
Chen Changqing gripped the Heavenly Thunder Sword, his expression unchanged.
"That hand just grew back. Don't let it break again."
Black Scale True Lord's face twisted.
He slammed a palm against the ground.
Boom!
Nine black flood dragon phantoms burrowed up from beneath the ancient road.
Each phantom was a hundred zhang long, opening its jaws to bite down on Chen Changqing.
The three incarnations each met