Cracks continued to spread across Blackscale True Lord's chest armor.
The fist imprint blasted out by Chen Changqing's Samsara Style had pierced through the armor and jolted into his flesh, even causing his True Lord Dharma Body to falter.
He stared ahead.
A late-stage Tribulation Transcendence cultivator had slain dozens of Demon Kings in succession, suppressed more than ten Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, and still found the focus to kill under a True Lord's laws.
This was no longer something the words "heavenly prodigy" could encompass.
Blackscale True Lord had lived for over two thousand years and killed no fewer than a hundred human Tribulation Transcendence cultivators.
When those people faced a True Lord, surviving even one move was considered impressive.
Yet Chen Changqing had confronted him head-on—and even wounded him.
If this child entered the True Lord realm, how many in the Demon Domain would still be able to stop him?
Young Master Chiyan hid behind the war chariot, his voice trembling.
"Blackscale True Lord, stop holding back!"
"Kill him!"
Blackscale True Lord ignored him.
He raised a hand and pressed it against the cracked armor over 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 an intact corpse."
"But it seems I cannot."
With that, Blackscale True Lord threw back his head and let out a long howl.
The entire night sky trembled in response.
Demonic energy from the distant mountains was forcibly drawn over, while dull rumbles rose from the depths underground. The rock strata on both sides of the ancient road overturned, and countless streams of black air surged into the sky, pouring into Blackscale True Lord's body.
His body grew taller, and a phantom layer of flood-dragon